ooc. OHAI!


It had been Damascus’ intriguing suggestion that brought the large tawny male back to the fields. He had awoken Kinis promptly earlier in the morning, pushing the sleepy boy to the grass outside where the morning drops of dew greeted him. Ruiko had prompted the whelp to lap up as much of the meagre drops as he could, and while he knew Kinis would never complain, the small droplets of water had done barely anything to truly help his thirst. As the tawny boy went back to the den to sleep and perhaps dream of streams of refreshing water, the alpha male had found himself drawn back to the fields once more, never straying too far from the pack lands.


He was not so proud as to bring himself to a fools level, and without looking about the fields before him to see if any were about, the golden Tainn bent his muzzle down, running his tongue along the blades of grass to grasp any form of liquid he could. It did not soothe the ache in his throat, and if anything, as he continued along only to stop and lap at a few areas of grass, Ruiko began to doubt his decision to stay within Relic Lore.