Sentinels of the Past [Rhaegara]

Cairo was reveling in his ability to move freely, and his strides were improving with each passing day. The limp in both legs was nearly gone now, with the passing weeks. On this particular day, he’d chosen to take a walk through history. He stood now, gazing far, far up with his neck craned back, to gaze up at the gargantuan redwood forest. It was here that his great uncle and aunts had sheltered for the night with Erani until their father, his namesake, had found them and led them home.

He didn’t know which tree they’d sheltered inside of—there were many trees he could spot at a glance that had grown with hollow centers like great wooden dens, offering resolute shelter from the elements.

He padded forward, deep sapphire eyes flicking and scanning the trees. They made even Sirius Fatalis seem tiny by comparison, a staunch reminder that wolves were not the biggest thing out there, nor were they the masters of their world. He’d never thought himself a master of anything, but he knew there were many who likely thought nothing could bring them down.

He paused, twisting around and flipping his nose under the flap of one of the pouches on his armor, tugging out a strip of dried venison with his teeth and flipping it into the air, catching it in his teeth once more in a better chewing position as he let the flap drop, continuing onward as he chewed slowly.

Chrystal kept pace, perching on tree limbs between flights, silver owl eyes keeping close watch on her friend and the surroundings.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think