His black paws carried him swiftly to the border of his home even though his muscles ached with travel, the scent of Valhalla becoming stronger in the air with each step reigniting his energy. With bright blue eyes he carefully scanned the border as he crossed, knowing that his pelt has been erased from his normal scent and there could be new members that would think he was an intruder. Drachen has sent Enzi ahead of him but he knew there was always the possibility that someone did not get the message. As his large black and tan ,travel worn, frame trotted gracefully deeper into his home, he tossed back his head once and howled a short note to notify Ardyn and whoever near of his arrival before he headed to the nearest stream.
As a Mist, it was his job to gather information and he knew from experience that most lips would become more loose around a supposed loner than a wolf who belong to a pack. So each time he left on a mission, he would gather several herbs and plants and mash them into a pulp before rolling and keeping the mixture on his body before heading out. It was rather pungent at first, heavy with the scent of pine and earth but it did the job of erasing not only his pack's scent but his own from his fur. Luckily, as Drachen soaked for several minutes in the water, the dirt of travel washed off his pelt and his own light cinnamon like scent began to fill the air around him. He let out a short huff of amusement as his own scent was almost foreign to him now with how long he had been covering it. Once Drachen was satisfied with his cleanliness he emerged from the water and shook out his pelt and began to walk deeper into the territory, his deep blue eyes sharp for anyone who might be out and about.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think
Drachen has a female Red-Tailed Hawk companion named Enzi that is always with him unless otherwise stated
