Bye, Son.

Where Taiga would go, Raumr would follow. Unlike Taiga though, Raumr was not adjusted to the northern climate. The frigid temperature sent constant shivers rolling through his body, forcing him to linger closer to her side. Not that he minded. Being close to the giant lioness was becoming one of his favorite hobbies. She wanted to investigate the peculiarities of the prey in these northern wastelands. Animals who didn't normally reside there traveled to colder areas while also acting even stranger.

Such as the bison who stood before them. Blood drizzled down its face as the fur was rubbed clean away from its cheek. Was that not painful? As they watched, others gathered and Raumr would tip his head to them in greeting with a small, friendly smile. Taiga's suggestion was fine by him. It made the most sense. Canines could run longer, faster, while they were built for surprise assaults. A perfect team if you asked him.

Raumr Regalus, the Third