take a seat

He wasn’t a fan of these lands… no, not one bit. Einan didn’t like the particular vibe that he felt. He found himself missing the harsh winters and even harsher rules of his homeland, strangely enough. Perhaps that was because the rules had never particularly applied to him, after all, he had been the heir. He missed the order and the serenity… not enough to go back, of course, but just enough to get that homesick feeling pitted in his stomach. Whatever, now he was just being lame. He scoffed at himself, his paws trying to scrape away at the dirt in a distracting manner… yeah, that plan didn’t work out too well either.

The ground is frozen, idiot. A voice in the back of his head screeched at him, before he started to walk again. Follow the northern star… just keep your eyes on the star, travel by night, hunt in the morning, sleep during the day. It was his ‘sure fire’ way to keep out of trouble. Einan figured if he moved when wolves were asleep, the likelihood of him running into unsavory characters would decrease… in his mind, the logic was sound.

He rolled his shoulders back, his head tall though he tried to make his steps as silent as possible as to not disturb the lands or anything that might be sleeping in or around them. Knowing his luck, he’d manage to wake a bear up from hibernation! He rolled his eyes at the very thought, scoffing at himself once more. He was being melodramatic. “что ето, енан! как ты идешь?”