No time like the present

Kea had left his companion behind today, opting to head out alone as he went on a patrol just outside the pack's territory. He had his beloved sword with him, gifted to him by his parents when he had come of age. Windrunner gleaned from the special oils, and the care he put in it every day.

The young Vanguard stepped through the overgrown territory of the Garden, and raised his head. Catching the scents on the wind. He had come this way plenty of times before, had spent hours rummaging through this territory with siblings. But familiarity didn’t mean he was going to put his guard down. He had the honour of his pack to uphold, after all.



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