ISAR
Arm yourself
He had been told that Torchline would be warmer than the Grounds when the seasons changed. While everything south of Halo was balmy to the vagabond, he was abruptly reminded of his newfound dislike of snow when the first storm of the season nearly buried him under a blanket of the stuff. Hibernating over the winter might not be half bad, but he was no bear; he had jobs to find and family to meet.
But being a vagabond and all, there was nothing that kept him from visiting. Just to see what it was like. And lo and behold, not only did he find vastly more pleasant weather, but a fellow Ancient as well. Jackpot.
The Fyrhund burned pawprints into the turf as he ambled up the hillside. Having spotted the solitary figure from a distance, he made the stranger his destination and halted a polite distance sway, haunches sinking to the ground. Scrawny and underfed, the beast showed every sign of the nomadic lifestyle he led - yet the look in his eyes was calm and patient, the tongue that lolled from the massive jaws only friendly as he waited to be noticed.
But being a vagabond and all, there was nothing that kept him from visiting. Just to see what it was like. And lo and behold, not only did he find vastly more pleasant weather, but a fellow Ancient as well. Jackpot.
The Fyrhund burned pawprints into the turf as he ambled up the hillside. Having spotted the solitary figure from a distance, he made the stranger his destination and halted a polite distance sway, haunches sinking to the ground. Scrawny and underfed, the beast showed every sign of the nomadic lifestyle he led - yet the look in his eyes was calm and patient, the tongue that lolled from the massive jaws only friendly as he waited to be noticed.
Because no one else here will save you
