OOc: Hope you don't mind a Leo dropping in ^^
Leon rose early and prepared to go to the border for patrol, his concern for his pack’s well being overriding his exhaustion. He quickly grabbed his pole-arm and headed out of the manor, silent as a whisper on the wind, heading straight west, then moving north, moving in and out of Dreamer territory, searching for any hint of the offending pack.
His mind wandered to the Dreamers lost Praetor, who was being held as a prisoner by the cowards at Aniwaya. He hadn’t been able to recover Savina’s second, had not even been able to get close to her. He laid his ears back and felt his face contort with regret as he realized he hadn’t even been able to kill one of those worthless dogs. The Timber kept his eyes searching, even though his exhaustion was catching up with him. Still, his eyes caught the grey flash of the male Utina standing on the eastern side of the river the Dreamers had met the Guardians near. With a tilt of his head, Leon approached the man.
As Leon neared, he noticed the expression on Nayati’s face. He saw a mixture of emotions eating at the man, and figured he knew the reason why. He cleared his throat and offered a friendly grin as he spoke. “Nayati Utina I believe?” He questioned, resting his pole-arm on his shoulder and offering his other hand. “I am Leon ven Liudesys, fighter for Crimson Dream.”
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