Range Rover

Tyrian roved over the Range in search of Fireside's newest member. After making sure Mint had been taken care of, Tyrian had given her the night and most of the morning to settle in. Now that the sun was at its zenith he felt he had kept his distance long enough. It was time to show her around and answer any questions she may have thought up since the last time they'd talked.

He strolled through the Range and let his gaze rove lazily over the scenery. In his mind's eye the place was rife with livestock and the assorted necessary paraphernalia that came with it. Fenced off areas and lean-tos. The works. He promised himself that someday it would be real and true. Someday they would have so many critters they would need those things. But! Not today.

The young king rounded the barn and then stopped to snuff at the air. Mint was around here somewhere. The grounds around the old barn were full of old buildings. They ranged from sheds to sunken in carports to what may or may not have once been an outhouse. All but the last made for decent sleeping so Tyrian thought she may have set up shop somewhere close by. He called softly, "Mint?"