Muddy River — The Shape of Dreams

Caedwyn listened thoughtfully as Enya detailed the regions she’d traveled: A jungle, a desert, and a coastal area. This place certainly didn’t lack diversity in terrain and ecosystems. If the lands Enya had explored were as large as the ones Caedwyn had ventured, this place was truly massive. Good, he thought. At least if they were going to make their home here, he wanted space. He wanted room for them to grow and not worry about diplomatic yipping and yawing. In fact, he wanted more than just space. He wanted it all. All of it. Every single rock and tree and blade of grass. Was it ambition that drove his thoughts suddenly as he began to think it over? Or was it greed? “So, what’s the next move from here?” she asked. Between the two of them, they had found wolves willing to join, wolves that chased them away, and everything in-between. He continued to think before answering her. It was a problem. The wolves that ignored them weren’t so much of a problem as the ones that had chased Enya away. They were a threat. What would happen next time if they got bolder? Or wanted to do more than simply chase her off? Of course, Enya could handle her own but what about everyone else? “There are no borders here.” he said vaguely, still thinking. “That is the nature of this place. We will lay claim to these lands… all of this will be our dominion. I don’t want to squabble over resources, over petty ideologies, over territories. We will make use of those who are willing, and as for those who oppose us - well -” he smirked a bit as his tone changed and a little chuckle escaped, “Well - they can meet Tsillah sooner than expected.” Would Enya think this was too ambitious? Claiming all of the lands? He had his reasons though. He only hoped she’d come to the same realizations he had on the topic.