Raschen sighed heavily as they greeted the crowd that would give them their goodbyes, smiling faintly at little Lani on the shoulders of her older brother clutching her doll to her chest and waving. She was not the only cub, several of the little one's of the village sad to see him go. Admittedly a few of the still unwed females of the tribe would eye him sadly as well though his eye would only wander past them as he took up his bag, resting it over his shoulder, the tight leather satchels within being slowly attached to the harness he wore across his chest, his bag helpfully containing only food and camping materials now as he left the west gates of the village at Taryn's side. he smiled softly to her.<br/><br/>"You see... He was well taken care of. we are not a cruel tribe..." he whispered softly as they left the gates, the heavy iron and wood gates closing behind them as they trekked into the thick sands, ash-lands and dust of the warren.<br/><br/>In the Warren his demeanor changed, the air around him grew cold, his ears lifted high, rotating back and forth as if to scan his surroundings, his tail flicking at every little noise. Living in this place instilled a certain paranoia in its residents, especially those meant to uphold the law. He looked down some and sighed faintly as he realized his senses should be more focused on his immediate area, not the horizon surrounding him. He was in the company of the fiery maned Hume that he'd eyed from afar for so long. She would take much more priority in his senses than his surroundings.<br/><br/>His gaze wandered from the crimson maned Hume to the western expanse before them. Miles of ashen dunes stretching out to the horizon, the black mountains raising high at the horizon. The permanent cloud cover began to swirl above them, readying the first storm of the day. Raschen could not express how happy he was to know she was a water Magi, meaning the rains, as damaging as they were to the Humes, would not harm her. The land was slowly claimed in a night time darkness, though it was early morning as the black rains began to pour down as they have every day for near a century. He held out his paw, smiling softly. To the beastkin the rains were  delightfully warm instead of harming. The droplets falling away form his paw in crystal clarity, purified by his touch. He smiled softly to her as he watched her fiery man fall straight from the rain pouring over them, his emerald gaze glowing softly in the darkness the storms cast over the world, their horizons shortening significantly with the darkness of the storms. His thick fur would cling to his flesh, outlining every lithe, nimble muscle that clung to his lanky frame. The rain pouring over him falling away crystal clear and pure.