not all who wander are lost

Raumr was unsure of where else to look for new faces. Most of who had come to him had been by chance. Through the grape vine, he had heard word that this dusty place would be his best bet. He didn't quite understand why. The Battlefield was dangerous and definitely not a good place for those inept at fighting.

Even looking out at the expanse of fluffy snow stained red, he was unsure if anyone would be here. Maybe if someone was hurt or lost, he could offer them a home. Doubtful, Raumr lifts his maw to the sky, opening wide and letting loose a deep roar. Calling forth those who wished to join Felisgarde, feline or canine alike.