It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
His eyes narrowed when it became apparent that whatever was lurking behind him was a person. Analytical to a fault, his mind already started churning possibilities before he could even see who it was. Only a few of his own cohorts would be amidst the Bay, and given that he’d already informed multitudes about his intended whereabouts, unless they were intending to assist in the tracking and hunting, he couldn’t fathom why –
His gaze widened and he loosened a snort when he recognized the Accepted crossing amidst the blackened sand. The dragons also looked slightly out of place, and he had to remind the peryton at his side to not immediately be either obnoxious or loud, even as the carnivorous deer stirred, wings unfurling, desperate to get a closer glance. Instead, the Warden shook his head, tilting it as he shifted his gaze over his shoulder, then continued walking, not wanting to lose the trail. “Liam – what brings you out here?” And before the inquiry could come his way, he tossed the rumble back across the plain. “I am tracking an ursur,” as both a warning and a clue that danger lurked very close at hand.
And if that wasn’t apparent enough, a roar, not so distant, engulfed the area, echoing and bounding off the snow and dunes.
His gaze widened and he loosened a snort when he recognized the Accepted crossing amidst the blackened sand. The dragons also looked slightly out of place, and he had to remind the peryton at his side to not immediately be either obnoxious or loud, even as the carnivorous deer stirred, wings unfurling, desperate to get a closer glance. Instead, the Warden shook his head, tilting it as he shifted his gaze over his shoulder, then continued walking, not wanting to lose the trail. “Liam – what brings you out here?” And before the inquiry could come his way, he tossed the rumble back across the plain. “I am tracking an ursur,” as both a warning and a clue that danger lurked very close at hand.
And if that wasn’t apparent enough, a roar, not so distant, engulfed the area, echoing and bounding off the snow and dunes.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
