The barren desert reminded him terribly of the Ashen Empire, as it reached the end of its glory days. With heat and famine striking every corner of their world, until they were desperate and hopeless for the place they had known, and the Klein’s had ruled. Somehow, he didn’t mind the sandy territory, despite the memories it left him with.
He traversed it in the moonlight, when the heat was less oppressive, with Marshall roaming the air as his sentry and first line of warning. With a harsh territory so close to the pack, he wished to better understand it, to know how it fed its inhabitants, and how to best it should they ever find themselves lost in its great expanse.
With this in mind, the Titan would often pause, to sniff at a stray bush, or hiding hole of prey. It slowed their progress immeasurably, and didn’t allow him to venture far into the dangerous territory. Perhaps that was for the best.
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