Raschen sighed contently as he walked the edges of the campgrounds. The world seemed...brighter somehow now that Taryn was his. His tail waved happily as he walked, ears perked high and a smile along his muzzle. His emerald gaze wandered the desolate grounds of the warren that surrounded them. The grays and dingy blues that seemed to make up these wastelands were so much more now. He sighed before blinking at the feeling of heat on the back of his neck, turning swiftly on his paw to meet the gaze of his mother, the priestess, having just left her own chambers to eye her son wandering the grounds with such a delighted demeanor.<br/><br/>"g-good morning, Priestess.." he muttered, bowing as any member of the tribe was meant to.