Home is where the blood is

Getting old didnt suite him. At least thats what he thought when he woke up with new pains. Every morning Eraithus had been stretching, perhaps it was his life of battle proof within the scars he bore. This afternoon in the gorge though hed been out scouting with kespie. The snowy owl glided high above as Eraithus took a break near a cluster of bushes. He was disappointedin the results of his last raid but hed never been one to let losses get to him.

Eraithus yawned then looking across the lands. Life was always moving and changing. Yet here he was, completely disappointed that his life was slipping away without even a single litter of his own children. He loved Enki, but Nirah had disowned him as a father. Maybe he needed to brush up on his political skills.