It had been quite a long time since the warrior had wandered beyond Valhallan border lines. So far, it was a nice change of pace...he had left Leon and Caerul to patrol the borders, though the order was more for Caerul as Leon now had a new family to take care of. The dual toned warrior walked on, muscles rippling as he moved through the grasses, aquamarine eyes gazing about at the differences in the South. When he had first arrived, he had remained in the West. For that was where he had met a young girl who would later decide to leave. He would choose not to dwell on it, for it was often that those he cared for would leave.
The male would stop in a clearing of shorter grasses, the midday winter sun shining through a break in the clouds. It was a nice day for a walk, and he wondered what today would hold. Standing in his place, he watched as a pair of rabbits disappeared into their den when his scent wafted towards them. He wasn't entirely hungry, but perhaps he would hunt later before returning to his pack. He was alone, the silence all consuming around him. Thoughts would take hold, reminding him of everything lost in the past. He had been in wars, not just the one against Glaciem, but before coming to these lands...his home had been ravaged, destroyed, pack members mauled by the enemy pack. But he had been ready, he was a trained mercenary...and yet, he wondered what he was doing in a place like Valhalla...they weren't exactly fighters, they weren't trained soldiers...but upon finding Angeal after arriving in the lands, he thought perhaps that talk with his old mentor had changed something in him. Though he still held the fighting instincts he was bred with and trained into, it was something not easily forgotten.
"Speech"
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