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Welcome! 
Gvihita is Dawali's eagle spirit guide, but your character won't be able to see her - just so you know Oh, and Dawali is in his two-legged form
Always on the patrol, he was, now so familiar with the paths that ran closest to the borders that he could probably follow them blind-folded. Most nights he tread them almost without purpose, recent news from the Great Tribe gnawing at him and not giving him the chance to truly enjoy the last of the autumn days, but luckily every once in a while something happened to set his mind on to other subjects. He'd heard a howl not long ago, and now he was swiftly trotting along towards the borders, Gvihita soaring overhead and guiding him. Her eyesight never failed to amaze him, and his own was not so bad, either. She had stuck with him more closely in the past moons, but he daren't ask her why, in case she took it badly and took off again. Despite her sour moods, she was company to him, and it helped when there were so precious other few that reminded him of his other home.
It took him some time before he reached the place, but when he did he strode right on to the four-legged stranger. He had his one arm raised as a signal of greeting, and spoke as soon as he was close enough for conversation to take place comfortably. With a smile on his face, his voice was deep and booming, but kind, and it was clear from his stance that while he was dominating, he was not necessarily threatening. "Evening, there. I'm Dawali, Chief of the tribe who claim the land you're looking at." It was enough introduction, for his his feathered mane did not speak for itself, his words now said the rest.