Hardheaded Hail

One could say that the Valta Raitas was very much stubborn when it came to certain things. Especially something like this. He was supposed to be resting. Continuing the path of healing wounds which had taken their time to do so. Khranbari was becoming more and more restless and he couldn’t quite care about needing to stay still. It’s what brought him a ways from the pack lands. He wished to proceed with his training. To build endurance and muscle. However, what he didn’t prepare for was the pitter patter of hail. Snow no longer soft landing, but hitting his coat with taps from frozen ice. To say it wasn’t annoying would have been an understatement. It just didn’t stop him enough to want to turn back. If anything, he wandered further along the open path.

His legs were fairly healed. The open scars now molded over by dry skin. As well as the damage to his neck. Head turning to look around him. Eyes narrowed to better give Khran a way to see through the foggy hailstorm. He saw nothing that would bring him any attention. No one stood nearby or hid away that he could see and this brought a frown to his face. If no one was around, he’d call them to him. Pushing out a howl. Forced into the air and carried with an urgency through the harsh weather.
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