We're gonna dance on gasoline

Raumr had taken to traveling back and forth from Boreas to Auster as of late. He had a lot on his mind. From collecting lost souls to the decision of where they would settle. Unable to decide whether Boreas or Auster would be a better place to permanently call home, he would explore to the best of his abilities. With the help of Taiga and the others, he hoped that they could soon pick a place. Until then, he was content to rub his paws raw with his scouting.

On that day, he was venturing back north from Auster to Boreas. Eagerly looking to plop himself down in a deep plush spot of grass, he barely noticed the large shadow lurking in the water. Most didn't think him a target for food considering his large size. It was not often that Raumr was in fear of his life. Others, though, he often worried of their safety. Such would be the feeling when a cacophony of noise lured his amber gaze out of his thoughts to reality. Water soared into the sky as the leopard seal erupted from the depths.

A guttural roar echoes from its opened jaws as elongated canines seek to sink into the black and orange boy dodging its advancement. Why was this seal attacking a wolf? Was it after the wolverine nearby? Was it sick like so many animals as of late? Concern floods his relaxed features as he picked up his pace and headed for the large sea predator. As the boy landed on its side and started to attack it, Raumr went toward the other side. Lunging forward, he keeps a bit of distance, but still swipes his sharp claws at the seal, attempting to back it off and into the water.

Raumr Regalus, the Third