Ebony was his home, and falling into his new position as a warrior, or thegn, had Galahad wondering how to begin bettering himself at things. He had found himself a den, was working at familiarizing himself with the territory, and had other things planned. Maybe it was a bit bold, but when the sun rose tomorrow he wished to call for any other thegn in the pack, or fighters, who might join in sparring. It would be a chance to bond if anyone should as well, though with the festival going on he wasn't sure how eager others would be to answer.
But Galahad knew one thing for sure -- he was happy. He was no longer a rogue, someone who bore no title or care. He was working for something. His heart still ached, and perhaps it was the reason why, because he had yet to find Oracle or Odette after the fall of Valhalla. Their family was divided again... and the two-toned male had no idea how he was going to resolve it this time. But somehow, deep in his heart, he felt that things would be okay. That they were still safe... and that, no matter what, the family would always be family, even if they were separated.
Paws lead him on, the sun falling across the land and casting the light in a golden glow. Night was falling, and soon he would return home. Back to where he felt he belonged.
"Speech"
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