Sharpening One's Claws [Open Spar]

His praise for the Sentinel seemed to please the Spirit, the maned woman even adding that Cairo worked for the benefit of the pack and not for himself. Drachen could see that, even in the little time he had met the man, the Sentinel seemed to have a good heart and Drachen knew he would not mind hunting along side Cairo again. Drachen's dark ear flicked as Aurielle mentioned a name of a place but from her words it obviously was not a place for the living. "Somnium..." he whispered under his breath. His birthpack never had a place for the souls of the dead to rest, in the Kingdom you were simply gone and just your name lived on, only if that wolf's name was worth speaking. For some reason the thought of having a place for the souls of family and friends brought some comfort to him.

The black and tan male's interest only peeked further when Aurielle mentioned that her family had been a part of this land for a long time. Drachen's oceanic blue eyes flicked to rest on the woman, his gaze gleaming with the thirst of knowledge. "When that time comes, I will most certainly be amongst the crowd." his deep and calmed voice rumbled. Long ago when his Father still held him in high regard, the man nearly beat into the importance of history and the lessons that could be learned from it. And even though his Father was heavy handed in his methods of teaching, Drachen loved to study the past Empires. "How long has Valhalla been settled here?" he asked curiously, his pace slowing slightly as he waited for the Spirit's answer eagerly.