It has been pretty hard on Sascha recently in his life. First losing his brother and now finding out that Donder had been killed. All he had left of his dear pet was what Cotl had given him and he added those with the remains of his brother. Once again, Sascha was feeling far more down than he usually did and now had to recover like he had previously been trying to for months over his first loss since his arrival. Now he was wondering if he was just destined to lose those he becomes close with, which there weren't many to begin with. He could probably count those he knew with one paw. It was sad but was to be expected when he didn't socialize that much. However, unlike the time during his brother's death where he camped in his room more than usual, he was now out on a simple stroll. The scowl on his face that seemed permanently on his face was harder than ever, he wanted to know who had killed Donder and why. What did that soft gentle beast do to anyone. The only thing he was guilty of was becoming a dear friend and pet to Sascha.
Now he was more protective over Blitzen, always making sure he is by his side and checking on him every chance he had. He would not let that happen to Blitzen, the pet that once was his brother's and now became his own. He had come to love the albino reindeer as if he was initially his. He would not allow the same fate to befall Blitzen. He's even lost some sleep over it, getting up several times at night to check on Blitzen. Riding on top of Blitzen, clawed hands resting on the beast's neck while being careful not to pull his fur, he simply went wherever within the Inferni borders. As much as he wanted to just stay in his room where he felt safest, he forced himself outside and go elsewhere so he wouldn't be easily swayed to return. He was pretty much killing two birds with one stone, making himself less of a hermit and making sure Blitzen was safe.
By the time he was in the northern part of Inferni, the sun was beginning to set. The thought of turning back presented itself in his mind but he was soon distracted with a figure he spotted a bit ways ahead of him. Curiosity drove him to continue the direction he was in as he began closing the distance between them. With his club strapped to his back and his bag hanging at his side, he had means to protecting himself if need be and communicating. He always made sure to carry his club and the tools he used to speak to others. Once he was closer, he dismounted and continued his approach on foot as he made sure Blitzen was following close behind. His movement became slower with each step as he was now close enough to make out the other's appearance until he finally stopped at an appropriate distance. Shyly, he raised a hand and waved at him, his way of greeting the other. His scowl never left him as usual but his body language showed no threat, his stub of a tail tucked slightly between his legs as his stance was awkward. He waited for the other to respond, looking for any signs that he may need to flee or defend himself, all while taking note of his appearance. He noticed the many scars on his body with the two toned eyes like his father's but with different colors.
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