Sheep Trails [AW Hunt?]

Áskell headed west, journeying from Mount Volkan into the jagged realm of Fenrir's Maw without much of a plan. He had been on a practice patrol around Habari's territory when his feet just seemed to walk out with him. He saw a path that looked interesting and then a rock formation that he wanted to examine and by then he was well on his way into a new territory. He wasn't worried about being lost. He knew the general direction of Habari and his magpie companion was well suited to scouting and getting a birds eye view of the terrain.

A soft and familiar glow caught his attention and he gazed across the rocks and shrubs to see Ardyn, the Valhallan prince. He grinned at seeing the familiar figure and couldn't help but not how strong the other boy was growing up to be. He was tall and muscular and Áskell was torn between admiration and jealousy. Ignorant of the sheep he moved toward the other boy at an easy and relaxed pace, his shoulders back and his tail wagging lightly. "Hey Ardyn, what brings you here today?"