It was not the first, and it would not be the last time he made his way across the dunes just North of the Ashen Empire. The barren landscape was becoming familiar to him, and no longer did he weary on losing his way, or question what he would do if he found himself stumbling across its back, thirsty and lost. He had since learned where to find small sources of water, and how to hunt the crafty life that made their home here.
It was seldom he found others, but Marshall, the vulture that sailed the warm winds above him let off a soft, keening cry. A familiar noise in the harsh desert, but one Sirius knew to listen for. He followed the path Marshall cut forward, and walked until he found the small frame of a stranger. The white markings made it difficult to look to closely, for the way the late afternoon sun reflected on his pale coat.
It took a moment for the warrior to realise the stranger limped, badly, across the grainy sand floor. The titan eyed him for a moment, cutting a figure of darkness in the backdrop of the tan desert world, and considered what he might do to a stranger out here in the wilderness. He thought of claiming Gero for his pack, but knew that the Ashen Empire was already swelling with members. Perhaps Deathbelle would noy be happy if he added another hungry mouth to the pile.
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