Satisfaction

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it would seem as though the hills had eyes, layered in their animals and in their daunting scenery. What a camouflage the tundra acted as! How delightful. A smile faded over his dark lips and the king would allow his kissers to flat line, for the most part. Firm build gathered him atop yet another slope and he cast his gaze out, examining the terrain. If ever they should need to expand....mmm their land was quite big enough and he did not find a very tantalizing thing in needing to grow what they had out farther, for in his mind, there was no point and if it got to the point they held so many, well, then some of those many would be thrown out. Survival of the fittest was clearly the way to go. Tail would assume a more domineering position as he exited his domain, his territory and began his trek around.

Silence was the nature of the snowy place, and though he knew in Valhalla it was on the brink of heated, here in Glaciem it still remained icy as ever. Syrinx rather enjoyed it. Back was purposefully dragged along the side of a tree, ridding his body of the ache and pain he had been forced to deal with, relieving him of whatever gnawed at his skin. Healers. Glaciem needed healers, or at least those that would be fit to do so. A thrumming sound began in his throat as he pondered the idea and brought his rear to the ground. Shoulders leaned against the bark of the tree and he fade into his stoicism.
"Speech!".