Winter's coldspell that had held a strong front of endless snow, temperatures that felt as if the cold was cutting right down to ones bones, and the scavenging for food that was pallatable and easy to find was now receeding at last! Spring was approaching at the snow that had lathered the ground was scarce as lush grass and blossoming vegetation was slowly awakening and replenishing the world with color and life. The shaman had wandered, never staying close to the warm coast of the ocean but, as most shaman have found a habit to, endlessly alongside his feathered companion to roam and come to aid those who could use his help.
But with the warm, welcoming rays of the sun casting down upon the ground and the skies free from the collective cumulus clouds, Reno had found himself basking upon a rock that was just right for his size, curled upon it and drifting asleep from its embracing warmth.
His eyelids flickered, growing heavy as his head nestled upon his crossed forepaws. His form was large though it wasn't as large in stature as his brother, Cellen, yet it was strong and lean from the drifting of a minor nomadic lifestyle. With his body loosely curled upon the rock and his tail limp and flopped down, the shaman let his white tattered ears fall slightly against his head. "Brother," he spoke quietly within his mind as a great yawn escaped from his maw, "do you sense anyone about?"
This place is quite, Brother. Rest- I will be your eyes if someone comes.
From up in the trees, the great harpy eagle clicked his beak together and gave a shrill cry. Positioning himself and adjusting his wings against his body, Sorenth glanced over towards the several pathways that snaked in and out of the small valley. Certainly if any wayward soul was to journey here, the keen eyes of the eagle would be first to sense and witness their presence.
I do not think anyone will come near here, he added- a feeling as if, for once, the two of them could rest for just a while and then continue onwards.
Lifting his head slightly upwards as his strange necklace of relics of talons and feathers rustled against his fur, Reno chuckled softly and glanced up towards his companion. "Be sure to tell Reno," he spoke outloud, his ocher orbs holding a stern gaze knowing that Sorenth had always felt guilty stirring him from his naps. "Reno needs to know these things too."
Yawning again and resting his head upon his forepaws, Reno's eyes fell heavy once again as sleep began to take him hostage once more.
A low laugh came forth from the great eagle as he shook his head and glanced down towards the shaman.
Silly wolf.
