Walkin' In A Muddy Winterland

She absorbed the information with a thank you, and he nodded, smiling easily with an, “Of course.”

There was a sense of slight hesitation at his offer of a place to rest, so he didn’t pressure the girl, instead grinning at her query, eyes casting around the murky land and slogging mud. He’d be up late cleaning off his own legs and belly, not to mention his bracers.

“Patrolling the outer lands. It’s good to know the whole area, not just the land you live on, after all. Moose often browse in this particular area, and I’m a hunter as well as a warrior. If I find a particularly weak or injured individual, I can call the pack hunters together to bring it down and get it processed.”

His head cocked as his deep sapphire eyes regarded her, and he added, “I’m Cairo Adravendi, by the way. Sentinel of Valhalla, or one of its betas.”

He still couldn’t quite believe that he could actually say that already, but his tone held the comfortable, humble pride of his origin. He was born and raised in Valhalla, and he couldn’t dream of life anywhere else.

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