Back into the Battalion

Elias followed in a relaxed manner as Drakan led him to battlegrounds. For the most part, Elias was in his own thoughts surveying the surrounding Eastern territories on their way to The Battlefield, making work of the trip. Occasionally, however, his eyes would stray to the earless wonder in front of him and a grin would spread across his muzzle. There was such strength in the beast in front of him and Elias was eager to see it in action. He had faith in the soldier ahead of him.

Once they found the stench of old blood, Elias knew they were here. He found his way to the highest hill he could find, distancing himself from the Purgatorian. He didn't want to sit too close to the battle and make it seem like his intentions were to interfere, a good thirty feet away from Drakan by the time he settled. Drakan's words boomed across the land with a determination that hit Elias with impact. Brilliant red gaze locked with Drakan's for a moment before he offered him confirmation in a nod. He knew he would. Elias kept his senses alert and aware as he waited for someone to answer the call of the waiting warrior, settling his own weight on his haunches.