He had padded away from Munashii, confident in the placing of the lilac eyed Lady Ameira. She was Queen of Munashii Gekko, the pack was beginning to rise up and thrive once again. When Horizon had first surveyed the packs and lands around them, Munashii had been nowhere near his sights. The pack had been long dead and silent. The borders stunk of rotten carcasses, but no one to claim the death of the creatures lying around. The fiery titan knew that the Queen would change the forest, its shadows would teem with life. It would provide a home for those who needed refuge and rescue. The once dark past that might have been associated with it would be erased, light might even begin to break through the foliage that was the canopy. Thick sylvan areas shaded the terra but with a bit of traversing and constant use some would break away and clear out making room and space for the wolves that would inhabit Munashii.

Horizon wandered aimlessly once again, back to his wandering ways. Away from any sort of life or acquaintance he had. As his blackened stilts carried him through vast areas, his mind wandered into the vast secrets and wells the blood kalak had created in his mind. Maybe she would have been proud of me. To see me going out, surviving and maybe outliving my monster of a father. His mismatched orbs scavenged the area, and he realized he had returned to Blossom Field, the only area he had spent a copious amount of time in. The duality of the field almost spoke to his soul and his laughter would have roared and flared into full out bursts had he not heard the other wolf. The brute was also laughing, and it made Horizon wonder why. Could it be the duality, or was there some funny sight that I’m missing? The titan was curious now and padded silently to the crest of the hill. In his sights was a guffawing kalak like himself!

The other maned wolf was paying no mind to the world around, but rather he kept on laughing. Horizon chuckled to himself, what a funny and peculiar thing that we were doing almost the same thing.. Horizon was no superstitious brute but he couldn’t deny that maybe this was a so called sign. His blackened stilts picked up a slow rythmn and he padded up beside the kalak brute. Being large even for his breed Horizon stood tall over the sitting figure, If duality doesn’t speak to our breed then I don’t know what does. Would you happen to know?

Horizon was taking a gamble and hoping that the brute was thinking along the same lines. If not this conversation might just be the most awkward situation he’d placed himself in yet.