fly on scorched wings

Scratching at the back of his head, hind leg waving in the air, Harbringr flopped down to relax after patrolling the border. It was taking a bit of creativity to patrol the islands but he was slowly getting a routine put together. The greatest irritation was the salt water. It dried his skin and he knew he needed to find a good lake or stream to wash off in later, but for now he just wanted to relax.

Peeking across the courtyard from his spot in the shade he spied one of the newest additions to his family. Harbringr grinned, tail wagging lightly as he watched the pup. He felt so happy for his siblings and the new life they'd brought into Ashen. He got to his paws and trotted over.

"Good morning! I'm Harbringr, your uncle. What are you up to this fine day?"