Literature
FoV | Thin Lines | Timbervale
Azar flicked his ears, that bright sunset coloured rack shining bright in the morning sun. The stag held a stoic mask, a look of quiet calm across his face as he looked out across the Vale, spotting all the amber leaves and shedding trees infront of them. He was unsure of his company, unsure of the land surrounding them but he knew he had to keep himself. There was enough to fret about instead if worrying over the thoughts of his companions, at the very least one of them was no stranger to him. Lucius, that smile could always calm his nerves.
Cinder let out a soft hum, taking up the lead of their merry little band. They were an odd bunch she had to admit, a bunch of very different, rather intresting set of stags. From large shining antlers, to sets of Battle scars and spots, she was curious I'd the lot if them. She flashed a warm smile, sidling up between Azar and Lucius, flicking an ear behind her where Sten followed behind. "How did you two end up lost in the first place?" She