dancing spirits

Chain swings from his neck, rhythmically beating on the brute's chest as his paw pads lead his physique forward into the lands of Ardent. Not to far behind him, his younger sister follows as Sitric rotates his cranium to double check, sometimes triple check that she had not wandered off. He loved Mikaela dearly, but damn was she a handful sometimes. The pair had just left their birth pack and with a simple "goodbye" had fled and never looked back. Now they had ventured into Ardent, and the ever so cautious older sibling analyzed his surroundings as they stumble upon massive oak trees which tower above them. He pauses his movements as he observes the fallen oaks that littered the area, scars marking the trunks. "Vad tror du hände här?/What do you think happened here?" His vocal rough, from the lack of use.