Vibrant greens of fresh spring regrowth soon began to part for gradients of red hues signaling the merging point of Secret Falls and Red Fern Forest, bright citrus eyes studying the vegetation disinterestedly with each mighty stride of well muscled limbs through whichever obstacle crossed his path from an array of shattered branches to dense patches of ferns. A deep inhale exhaled shortly after transforming into a sigh of relief. Finally the alluring scents of the female population had begun to subside with the coming of spring hitting full force and thus far it seemed Broken Timber Pines would be seeing a pupless year; a fact that was just fine by Eirian considering he found none of the females worthy of spreading his or any male's seed. A personal opinion in regards to the purity of their genetics. The world was already chock full of abominations, no need to further aid that cause.
So onward the dark agouti and russet brute navigated the furthest reaches of land that barricaded his home, ensuring he kept well within earshot should a subordinate of his seek his assistance. As unlikely as it may seem that warm afternoon; despite the few rays of sunlight striking through the dappled canopy above, it was still a possibility and as ersatz patriarch it was his responsibility to see to their every needs. Exhausting, yes, but twas the price in order to wear such a magnificent crown of golden splendor upon one's brow. Wielding such power was a necessity, though, in order to make a name for the Asurns here. Things were taking longer than Eirian had anticipated, but everything would fall into place when the time was right. He could feel it in his bones. Soon the Asurns would be a force to be reckoned with within Relic Lore.
A snicker of sorts managed to escape the perusing male's leathery lips at such a wonderful thought as creamy limbs halted near a babbling brook, charcoal dusted mask lowering to allow a salmon tongue to protrude forth and lap delicately at the chilled, refreshing liquid. Droplets of water dribbled off the hairs lining his chin back into the slow flowing brook as Eirian lifted his head back to its normal height, swaying banner continuing its pendulum like motion. If only I had backup to help me the thought rung out after a few fleeting moments of utter silence. Too bad the only other Asurns he knew of were of no use. @Raela was a poor example of their true potential; although a visit to see how poorly she was fairing under the rule of those mutts would be most appealing, and apparently Uncle Peirus was in town according to words muttered by that dark coated woman Morganna, but that trail was fruitless to follow. She had chased the fool out and only the gods knew where he was now. A snort and flick of his tail in regards to his Uncle's shortcomings. Where was a real Asurn when you needed one?