Mist over the Plains

Drachen had been away from Valhalla since spring, off on a mission for the Spirit to travel Boreas and gather information on how the sickness affected the other packs and animals. At the time, the Mist was reluctant on leaving the pack lands so soon after the plague had finally past and their ranks were weak but he could not deny how valuable that information would be. So once his shoulder was healed enough for travel, the black and tan male set off and wandered around the mainland and soaked up all the information he thought was important. Now it was fall and his breath clouded the air in front of him as he paused for a moment Valhalla's borders, the air was nippy but not as threatening as it had been in the past. Silently the man sent out a prayer for a mild winter to whatever god or deity that might be listening. Then after a heartbeat, Drachen stepped back into the lands of his home and lifted his head and howled for the Spirit to alert her of his arrival as he walked deeper into the plains. He was sure if she wanted his information right away she would no doubt find him as he made his way towards the center of the plains and with Enzi circling high above him it would be easy to locate the male. As he walked, his blue eyes scanned over the plains and he sighed a breath of relief, glad to finally be back in the place he called home.

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