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"Master Montu?" He is not the wolf Temperance expected to encounter in the Mudslopes. Truthfully, she rarely expects to see anyone on these outer fringes of Vektren's borders. One of her fellow Scythes will occasionally be skulking around, on the prowl for the smaller prey that tries to eke out a life among sedge grass and dead trees. But the recently risen Patron was an uncommon sight this far out.

Knowing his duties before his crowning, Temperance assumes her Master is on patrol and falls in line beside him easily-- she has accompanied his Enforcers before plenty and can keep pace without issue.

They pass through the mires and sludge, thankful for the warm rain that keeps the most of it from clinging to their pelts.

Out in these parts she has always seen... signs.

Not like those others in the Brotherhood speak of. Mundane and natural signals that only years ago the slopes were something else. Derelict trees and struggling brush that almost seems to flinch and recoil from every raindrop that splatters on their leaves.

Whatever histories the lands hold are hers to know, a dark legacy it has become her duty to remember and uphold since the moment she burst through bramble and thorns alongside Mistress Nimh and Devidas. "I sleep by these hills every night in our Cove," the Scythe frowns, "I probably know them better than any other border, but I don't know anything about them."

They come to a stop, and Master Montu gazes out over the landscape with her. Temperance sits to conserve her energy for the rest of their patrol. "They looked different, didn't they? Before I found my way to Mistress Nimh's-- your-- fold." She joins him in surveying the distant tree line out past where Vektreni tend to wander.

"Do you know their story, Master? I am keen to learn our history more thoroughly, now that we've assured some seasons of peace."

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An unlikely(?) duo gathered for a history lesson wow! This is something I'd hope to finish in spring but really dragged my feet on painting the background, since I really wanted to have this huge vista to kind of represent how vast and murky Vektren's history is. Summer seems more fitting for a warm rain anyway!

Thank you to Aerial-Vew for letting me snag Monty as a character who'd know the histories of the Mudslopes whenever that was I was pestering the pack about it! I hope I did the man justice.

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Description
"Master Montu?" He is not the wolf Temperance expected to encounter in the Mudslopes. Truthfully, she rarely expects to see anyone on these outer fringes of Vektren's borders. One of her fellow Scythes will occasionally be skulking around, on the prowl for the smaller prey that tries to eke out a life among sedge grass and dead trees. But the recently risen Patron was an uncommon sight this far out.

Knowing his duties before his crowning, Temperance assumes her Master is on patrol and falls in line beside him easily-- she has accompanied his Enforcers before plenty and can keep pace without issue.

They pass through the mires and sludge, thankful for the warm rain that keeps the most of it from clinging to their pelts.

Out in these parts she has always seen... signs.

Not like those others in the Brotherhood speak of. Mundane and natural signals that only years ago the slopes were something else. Derelict trees and struggling brush that almost seems to flinch and recoil from every raindrop that splatters on their leaves.

Whatever histories the lands hold are hers to know, a dark legacy it has become her duty to remember and uphold since the moment she burst through bramble and thorns alongside Mistress Nimh and Devidas. "I sleep by these hills every night in our Cove," the Scythe frowns, "I probably know them better than any other border, but I don't know anything about them."

They come to a stop, and Master Montu gazes out over the landscape with her. Temperance sits to conserve her energy for the rest of their patrol. "They looked different, didn't they? Before I found my way to Mistress Nimh's-- your-- fold." She joins him in surveying the distant tree line out past where Vektreni tend to wander.

"Do you know their story, Master? I am keen to learn our history more thoroughly, now that we've assured some seasons of peace."

-----

An unlikely(?) duo gathered for a history lesson wow! This is something I'd hope to finish in spring but really dragged my feet on painting the background, since I really wanted to have this huge vista to kind of represent how vast and murky Vektren's history is. Summer seems more fitting for a warm rain anyway!

Thank you to Aerial-Vew for letting me snag Monty as a character who'd know the histories of the Mudslopes whenever that was I was pestering the pack about it! I hope I did the man justice.

ft.