A fiery silhouette traversed through the dry underbrush with determination in each step, nostrils flaring in disgust at the familiar stench that continued to cling to these lands after all this time while a narrowed citrus gaze; typically cold and emotionless, was cast over the top of an ebony dusted shoulder. "Keep up. I wasn't aware I was raising a snail." The words fell harsh and frigid like ice, but this was how an Asurn spoke. How he was training her to speak, to be. Hardening the counterproductive softness her mother instilled within.
Had he thought the odor of the impure was bad, it dulled in comparison to the foulness and intensity of their mongrel cousins that burned with each breath he brought into his lungs since stepping paw back into the realm of the lore. No amount of snorting rid such smells from his nose, but eventually the copper male accepted that nothing could be done. He had bigger, better things to worry about.Memories of a time long ago surged forward to torment the forefront of Eirian's mind as his paws stepped past the threshold of the forest to walk along the pebbly shoreline of the swift flowing river. Citrus gaze imagining the slate and russet accented silhouette of @Nalda flailing in the rapids one second and gone the next by time he blinked. "We rest here." It was doubtful anyone was smart enough to realize the potential these rapids held in their rocky crevices to harbor a meal untrained paws couldn't reach.