Salty Taste Of Blood

Silence befell the Bay. Ocean tongues licked at the sandy shores with every stretch it made from the large body of water traveling for miles. Snow littered the land in every direction. Branches sticking from beneath for birds to perch on. Cleaning away whatever clung to their feathers. Such beauty of life where everything had a purpose meant nothing to Khranbari at that moment.

His walk held purpose. Stance in place as shoulders rolled in preparation for what was a come. A howl filling the salty-tasting air, he called forth a challenger. Needed to get back to his purpose in life. Since arriving here, he'd lost sight of everything. His rise in rank. Khran took note to the lack of definition in his muscles a day he went to patrol the borders and saw a brief reflection. It's what had brought him here. He desired the training. The motivation to get back into what mattered the most.

As he waited patiently for one to take the bait, he began to wonder how he'd take on the task of asking Varushka to be his. To finally open up to the earthen woman because, despite everything, the Raitas wanted her to himself.
"Khranbari Chah Fao"