But for whom does the next bell toll?

"Talk" Walk

Souzan had not been in enough of a rush to get further south. Though he could not know that yet. But they were moving now, Souzan had every intention of taking himself and his daughter to Valhalla, offer his daughter stability for the first time in her short life. But he wasn't pushing her too hard, they moved at her pace and that did mean he had lingered for some time in the northern territories before finally heading further south. Maybe he'd been hoping for any sign of his brother, maybe he simply had been caught up in his memories... In the end, it didn't matter, they were on the move now.
Well actually to be factual they were stopped at least for now. Cendrillion had become fascinated with the landscape as they'd moved and so the pair had settled in an old badger set. Souzan had had to dig it out a bit but it was cozy enough for the two of them, especially with his daughter's much smaller stature. They were admittedly having a bit of a lazy day, not having yet left the den. Cen was asking him for stories and he was more than happy to simply spend the day snuggled up with her. That was until a long-forgotten scent reached him.

Souzan tried and failed, to keep himself from reacting too much but a shiver of fear went through him and the man froze. Cen started to whimper and Souzan quickly shushed her, pulling her into his stomach and covering the girl in licks until she settled. He murmured into her pelt: "Cen move further into the den, don't come out until I tell you too okay? Hide if anyone comes close."

And then Souzan would step out into the field, his bright blue pelt stark against the drab surroundings, eyes scanning.