LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr patrolled around the battlefield with a spring in his step despite the soreness in his muscles. He was getting excellent practice in battle as well as tending to battle wounds and not only that but he was discovering the battlefield was an excellent place to learn about the wolves of this country. Stretching lightly Lynd loped at an easy pace, loosening stiff muscles and warming up his body for any battles that would come this day. A stem of chamomile hung from his mouth as he moved, nearly purring at the warmth of the morning sun across his pelt. Yes… he could learn to like it here.