Come to Play?

Part of being a free spirit meant Rogue wandered wherever his paws took him. The dire brute had made his way south to enjoy the warm summer evening in the southern lands. The night was warm with a slight stickiness of humidity to it from the blisteringly hot summer Boreas was experiencing, the air perfumed with the scent of night blooming jasmine and honeysuckle. A symphony of crickets and other nocturnal insects filled the area with their nightsong and fireflies glowed like earthbound stars amongst the lush grass of the gulley. It was a veritable paradise of summer nights.

Rogue strode through the gulley, soft grass crunching delicately beneath giant paws. Kaino had been out tracking down her runaway Sidi and plotting her vengeance, so the once-prince kept himself occupied with some guy time—hunting, roaming, reliving his days after the fall of Ashen. Bathed in silver moonlight, Rogue’s rich coat that mimicked the night sky above almost seemed to glow with an ethereal light. He wasn’t exactly camouflaged against the verdant world, but neither did he stand out in the night either. Wandering through a copse of trees in the gulley, Rogue hummed a quiet tune to himself, the picture of confidence and at ease. He’d need to find a place to camp and bed down eventually, but for now the nocturnal Klein enjoyed his evening stroll, going nowhere in particular.

"Rogue Klein"