--TEARDROPS ON THE FIRE--

A heavy weight had settled solidly over his broad shoulders as he had taken the narrow path down the mountain after his could be last talk with his sister. He had seen his daughter, sons, Secret and spent a day with his sister and seen the young female he had grown up with rather then the cold heartless woman she had grown to be. It had been the perfect last two days, he felt complete and like he could die happy if that was what it boiled down to. There were no regrets weighing him down as he kept to the northern boarder, eventually finding and following the wall that seemed to keep the snow on one side for as long as it could. Eyes were downcast, expression quiet and somber as always as paws pressed heavily against the solid ground. He didn't want to leave the mountain, to leave his family but his newfound sense of honour wouldn't allow him to stay while Kaios still haunted the lands. He wasn't sure the game plan yet, not especially wanting to kill Kaios per say but he was pretty sure his new wife would have something to say if it wasn't a a death match.

Heavy pawfalls stomped along the hard stone a ways ahead of him and the massive brute slowed as he lifted his heavy crown. Ears swivelled forward as sickly green gaze turned to the orange and strangely marked female pacing heavily along the wall above and before him. She was agitated, frustrated and it was seeping from every inch of her body as she slowly seemed to settled and qive her paws a break. She smelt of a pack though Kylar knew no pack scents or names other then Valhalla, Tortuga and Amenti. He wondered if he should stop and talk to her or simply skirt around her to hop the wall and carry onto Amenti. He wanted to preserve his sisters memory as the last one he might have seen but then again he wanted to be remembered as well. He had gone his whole life skirting around others, maybe the last day of his life would be a good day to change that. "Is something troubling you?" His voice was a low rumble, rolling up his throat from somewhere deep in his chest to drop from his tongue. He would remain standing, not especially defensive but ready if the female decided to launch herself at him for no reason.

Speech!