Taking What I Want, Calling It My Own

The time to act was now. His climb to the top had come by happenstance and was more a passing of the torch rather than a climb. He wouldn't argue, wouldn't complain. This made what he wished, hoped, and wanted far easier than his original plans.

From The Stone Steppe to Fern Gulley Raumr would travel. Picking up Taiga along the way and any other felines, canines, and animals alike that wished to join the cause. Raumr would not prevent anyone with good intentions from joining his... pack? Pride? Unsure what to call it. Perhaps he needed to figure out a different name for them later on.

Cresting a hill toward the top of the gulley, he looks upon the lush field dense with flower and foliage. This would be the perfect place to call home for now. Things took time, and having a central location would do best while they grew in number. Releasing yet another fierce roar into the skies, Raumr calls for any who wish to join. He would wait, patient as ever, sitting himself to sun beneath the blood red sun.

Raumr Regalus, the Third