What up, pretty boy? (Drash)

Perhaps when the winter snows began to ease he'd make a trip down south to visit Imperium.  Drashiel remained hopeful that a strong alliance between Regium and Imperium was in the future and when he next visited Imp he planned to ask that question.  From what he'd seen Valen was a like-minded individual who valued battle skill and hard work as much as Regium did.  Their interests aligned nicely.

Drashiel chuckled at Valentine's statement.  "I find them to be skittish creatures, rarely the kind to stay and fight though if you ever want a shot at a bear let me know.  My wife is rather well known for her moxie when it comes to driving bears away from young."

The conversation moved to more personal matters and Drashiel wondered if he'd accidentally crossed a line.  It seemed Valentine had no desire to take a permanent mate.  "I planned to be the same honestly.  I'd rule as the sole King of Fehu and if I desired a woman and she wanted me as well then there was no reason to hold back.  Then Roman happened… and I…. I don't know.  It seems like everything's going so fast.  Falling for her was like being struck by lightning.  It was so quick, I was just blinded by her.  Still feels like I'm walking with my head in the clouds."

Drashiel's pace slowed to a stop.  "I'm scared what will happen if I ever come down." Shaking his head he shrugged a little and carried on.  "This is the main den area, most of our members are out in about.  We've separate dens for storing herbs and leftovers from kills.  I'm hoping to lead a group on a hunt for musk oxen.  The fur makes excellent lining for winter dens though they can be a bit troublesome to bring down.  What sorts of prey do you hunt in Imperium?" 

"Speech"