He had tried to provide for someone once, to lead a pack and look where that had gotten him. He had lost everything and been given a permanent limp to boot. It could have been worse though, he could have lost his leg entirely, or died. Bears were heavy hitters and he very nearly threw it all in... until she came along. She offered him the perfect distraction at the perfect time and an opportunity to escape the burn he felt each time he saw them together, each time he was relegated some menial task. It had cut him deeply, but with each day that had passed he grew closer to the girl. She had transformed in front of his eyes, and when he learned of her family he knew she needed to make amends, and he had to get out of there before <i>their</i> pups were born, so the unlikely pair had set out from Stone Shelf and headed to the lands of Relic Lore.
They had been traveling for almost a month, and it was beginning to show. Even with the two of them, hunting hadn’t been the easiest. He occasionally took note of their surroundings but it had all blurred in the last week or so. Now he took note and wondered if they were getting closer. The grass swayed about their feet as the breeze blew through the green expanse, leaving little but a whisper in its wake. His steps began to slow until he finally stopped. <b>”Are we getting close?”</b> he questioned the Tainn lady. Surely it wouldn’t be much further now...</blockquote>