Settling In

The yearling had been led to his new home, his job as a soldier explained along the way. It was time to get settled in, he’d wandered through the two territories that Ashen had claimed as theirs, swimming between the islands but eventually he returned to the mainland, to the glowing stream of water. The boy would sigh softly, not wanting to disturb the magical quality that the land possessed, he felt far more comfortable here than on the islands. He was tired of having to swim everywhere- even if it was much shallower and shorter than the swim to Lirim.

Sandor would turn away from the glowing pool and move a short distant away, before beginning to dig against a tree. His armor rattled as he dug, eventually frustrating him and causing him to stop digging to take it off. He wasn’t accustomed to wearing armor, and he’d been wearing it all day. Slipping out of it, he let it fall gently to the ground, clattering as it went before finally falling silent. Huffing, he would continue digging his den, carefully navigating the thick roots at the base of the tree as he hollowed out a spacious nook for himself, his armor and any herbs that he collected. Of course, there was always room for another wolf, but for now, he was alone and he liked it that way.


"open to anyone in Ashen <3"