Keeping the match [FEHU]

Drashiel stirred, verdant gaze falling across his den floor, rust-kissed ears twitching at the sound of a howl on the borders. Hmm? company? It was not often he had visitors. The young male stood before stretching languidly and climbing out of his den. He moved swiftly in a loose gait, letting his muscles stretch and warm up. The day was cold and the dropping temperature only foretold of harsher temperatures to come. A fall snowstorm had already dropped a substantial amount of precipitation on the terra.


He approached the caller and his eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized her. Yes, this woman had been at the death match. She'd kept to herself though he knew she had not been allied with his family. However, Drashiel had no proof that the woman meant him any ill and he could tell from her scent she was his neighbor. He'd keep an open mind and see what she had to say.


"Greetings Lady, I'm Drashiel Armada, Linjal of Fehu. Can I assist you in some way?"


"Burn Baby Burn"