Take a Bite and Let it Linger

The early summer sun shone brilliantly, its golden rays stretching across the vast expanse of Polar Sound. Aresenn stood at the heart of the territory, basking in the warmth of the clearing. Towering cliffs, adorned with lush evergreen trees, framed the valley and loomed ominously in the distance. The air was crisp and clean, carrying a hint of pine and salt from the nearby ocean. Aresenn had never been one to take interest in sight seeing, but the tranquil beauty of this place never failed to reach him.

He had reflected quite a bit after his introduction to the warriors- or at least the ones who had answered his call that afternoon. He had given it quite a bit of thought as to what he liked, and what he would do different. And now that it had been a couple weeks, he felt that the moment was ripe for a band training exercise. With serious conviction, Aresenn raised his head high, a powerful howl echoing through the taiga- the echoes of his voice reverberating beyond the boundaries of the the clearing. He had big plans for this afternoon, and hoped that everyone who would be joining them on raids would be able to come.

"Aresenn Praetor"