done with having dreams [xiomar]

The foul king had slacked and lost track of the one he was to protect. It hadn't taken him long to pick up a trail though. He was a renowned Hunter for a reason. He could remember his first hunt which he had taken his kill to the shaman he now protected to honor her and the gods. His dual toned emerald gems had brought a small smile to her lips and she said he was blessed. He was inclined to believe her on it. He still was learning about the gods but he did thank svarog he had a patient woman to learn from.

He padded closer on heavy paws. In his jaws he carried a late season fawn. Olya would appreciate his will to share his kill not only with her but with the gods. He had already taken the liberty to carve out it's heart and lay it on a stone as an offering to the gods. Hopefully he had done well. Olya had yet to tell him if they would take offense to such offerings or if they would be pleased.

This land was quiet. He didn't feel the closeness of the gods olya spoke so proudly of here. He fou nd the cream and pale woman easily. With her a short ways off he could see a child of albino colors, likely the shaman in training Lirika had spoken of. He moved to olya with a smile and a curt bow of his body once he reached just in front of her. He sat the fawn down and nosed it towards her. "My apologies most honorable shaman, I did not mean to delay. Might we be taking the young Divo to the motherland?" she would learn better there he felt.