Coran didn't have much in the way of plans or direction. He'd scouted through the old Valhallan lands but by now the scent of his fellows was long gone. He had no trail to follow and no idea where the members had dispersed to except for his brother and Tel. He knew they'd gone back to her homeland but he had no idea when they'd be back. Coran decided to just let fate move him where it would and explore some of the other lands of the west and east. This would be the main corridor he intended to hunt along with a few select southern territories. He was moving into a vast field of tall grasses when he heard a roar and saw a pale woman racing away from a lion.
Ever the knight in shining armor he wasn't going to let harm come to the poor yearling. Coran set his defenses and charged at the lion, slamming into its side with his shoulder as his fangs ripped into the flesh on its back. It roared and spun for him.
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