Raschen chuckled, watching the Hyane younglings dash across dunes, chasing one another with laughs and playful growls as they attempted to catch the one carrying the hide.<br/><br/>"Sometimes one simply needs to unwind. If you allow yourself to wind so tightly you will only fall in combat to your own mental and physical fatigue...let them play. Come, we must make camp."<br/><br/>He walked with her toward a red rock face jutting out of the dunes, the mark of Kuguar and Hyane along the outer wall. Another checkpoint den. The ceiling was much higher, the Hyane and their mining skills having dug the inner reaches of the rock face out into an antechamber much like his home. He smiled.<br/><br/>"It was recently used. Lucky for us" he muttered softly, the fire only recently put out, the chamber still warm as the cold Warren night approached. He took a bit of tender from his bag, relighting the fire for them.<br/><br/>He blushed some as he approached when she  laid out her pad to sleep on, biting his lip and laying his alongside her's watching her with a slight blush, hoping she might be alright with this. The area just around his emerald eyes were reddened form moments ago when she had witnessed the warrior weep.