Silver Lake — [AW] Toeing the Line

Caedwyn hadn't started the day intending to find anyone outside the borders. In fact, his day had been planned on something rather different. He'd awoken as he usually did and had ventured out with a little knapsack strewn across his back. He'd seen creatures here and there with intricate talismans and armor and recently decided he needed to procure such items for himself. Armor certainly had its uses. He'd seen Enya wear her bone armor a few times in the past. Not only was it intimidating, but he imagined it offered some protection in battle. He wondered how he could truly call himself a King if he didn't have something as iconic as that. Though, he hadn't quite decided what sort of item he would have crafted. Would it be a magical piece of jewelry? A talisman he could wear on his neck? or a full set of armor like Enya's? He supposed he'd eventually have to make that decision. But in the meantime, he simply needed to gather any sort of useful materials he could find. That was how he had intended his day. He'd already found a few unique stones, a small bone, and a fossil during his searching this morning. But the paths near the central territory seemed a little sparse. Probably due to the high traffic, he decided. He'd have to look out farther toward the edges of the border. So as the day dragged on, he moved farther and farther out until he'd crossed the border entirely and was wandering just beyond. It was there that he came upon the trail of another. His wandering steps paused as he lowered his nose to the ground. No one he recognized. A stranger? Or perhaps one of those interlopers from Verdantis. He let out an annoyed scoff at the idea and lifted his nose to the air, trying to see if the wind would bring him the scent again. A faint smell drifted to him. His lip twitched, lifting ever so slightly at the consideration of it being one of those heretics from Verdantis. He'd have to investigate. He set off quickly, coming over the hill when suddenly his eyes caught the form of his quarry. His fur bristled. "You there," he said in an authoritative voice, pausing his approach while he addressed her. "What are you doing here, lurking so close to the borders of Duskorna?" It may have been a simple misunderstanding, but he intended to get to the bottom of things quickly. --- Speech.