Show me.

Such a bold demand but it made the silver-muzzled male grin broadly at the obsidian female. She was a curious creature but moved with a confidence of her own self. No doubt Raum had never considered her worth in the eyes of others, only the feeling she kept for herself, and that was a strength all its own. Even the Shadow King often wondered how he was perceived. It did not make his soul ache, like some, but he did manage calculated games based on such perceptions. One could never expect for the male to keep things the same. He had come into Molodian a fireball, ready to blast and melt away old traditions to leave chaos in it's wake.

With a dip in his maw, he obliges Raum, trotting out of her makeshift den and into the wet weather. The scream of the tornado had died down and petered off, the storm lessening as the twister evaporates, and all that is left is the dripping of rain on branches and leaves. The trip is a wet one, the steady rainfall soaking through fur, yet he is unfased by such things. Iromar was a land of filth and dirt in the lower swamp lands and he had made sure to position his den right at the edge of them. Moorland to the north, swamp to the south, him the bridge between them both.

The moorland was a rather open and expansive area at the northern border with few trees. The acidic soil was packed tight and did not really stick to their paws as they traipse through it, the short grasses flourishing beneath the rainfall. The rain began to sputter, to edge and die, the overhead clouds in the north. The pair had out distanced the rainclouds and as they venture further into Iromar, the moors begin to give way to creeping creeks that then give way to marshy and flooded plains. The boneyard was right in the thick of things but closest to the border of the marshes, near his own den, and he aims to the west now at a swift clip.

The boneyard is awash with the recent rains, mud seeming to ooze across the aged and yellowed bones. The pile was growing by the day due to his diligence and he pauses at the edge, turning his charcoal eyes on Raum with a sort of fervent eagerness. "What do you think?"