Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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Mercenary had once again slipped away from his aunt. He had been enjoying the lands, despite the biting cold that had often come with the breeze. But his fur had been growing more and more thick and the little tri-colored pup had certainly been feeling it. His birthplace having been a hot desert even during the summer Mercenary would have most likely been uncomfortable, but he was here now and him and his aunt Aila had been wandering about. The pup was still young, only 3 months old but very independant. He had walked alone following his aunt for days before he finally managed to catch up with her, way to far to take him back to his mother Mizu who had left the Mountain to find a life more fitting for her. Mercenary knew somewhere around the mountain he had a lot of family, his auntie had promised to take him since it was why she was wanting to come here herself, but they hadn't yet. It bothered him, however having no idea what they looked like, their names, or well anything else about them he had no choice but to just take her word for it.

The red, sandy orange and tan boy looked like he belonged in the desert. The thin layer of snow made him stick out like a deer in the city, he didn't notice that to much. Not trying to hide he looked around with the pup like curiosity, deep slate blue eyes gazing around the lands until his ears perked catching the sounds of other's voices. Merc looked around jumping in circles trying to locate the source until finally he saw the red fur toddling his way. He laid flat on the grown but his slim banner stuck straight up like a cat getting ready to pounce a mouse and waited.

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