Bearskins

Drachen thought he would have spent more time exploring this new land but soon after he left the strange ruins, Drachen found his black paws carrying him towards the west. The fact that he was in someone's debt did not set right with him and it seemed to bother him more as the days passed. He knew the feeling would only continue to nag him endlessly until he made due on his promise so he gave in and followed the setting sun and western stars. Finally, he reached the west coast of Boreas, the scent of the salt in the air causing his stomach to turn threateningly and making him change course and head inland once more before he came to rest in a basin filled with long grass and surrounded by large trees. His large black and tan frame stood on the crest of the basin, looking down at its center with his oceanic blue eyes. This seemed like a perfect place for him to rest for a day until he started his search to find the Spirit of Valhalla and settle his debt with her. The only problem was that he should have asked for for a more direct location than just on the west coast to save him from just wandering around nearly aimlessly in search of the pack land. But he was confident in his ability and perhaps if his luck would hold, he would run into someone that knew of this Vahalla and shorten his search.

With a gentle snort from his earthen nares and a flick of his tan tipped tail, he started his way down the basin towards its center. The male hoped that there would be some water collecting at the lowest point so he could quench his thirst before he started to make a make-shift nest of sorts to rest in until he continued his mission. Drachen was about half way down the side of the basin when he heard Enzi's shrill cry from above, causing him to pause and look up at the red-tailed hawk, whom he was growing more comfortable with. She circled high above him a few times before she drifted off more towards the center of the basin and circled there. Drachen pressed his dark lips together as he watched her trying to decipher what the bird was trying to tell him. He quickly caught on that certain cries she made meant different things, but this one sounded different than any other she had made yet. So, he shrugged a muscular tan shoulder and continued to slowly make his was towards the center with his dark ears certainly more alert than before.