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trekking through the twisting overgrowth, his ren silk coat catching on brambles for just a moment before tearing free as he wanders through the forest of the dogwarts territory.
ren is a large man, especially in his more hound-like form with pointed furred dog ears, a swishing furry thick tail behind him and a pointed snout with sharp teeth for shredding into meat. he doesn't fear being out here alone, but he just needed a moment away from the confining- though protecting walls of dogwarts.
the hound silently wonder what his hand was up to in this moment, wondering if he was silently tracking behind him- afterall it was is job to protect and serve ren, the king. he couldn't help but feel a flush of appreciation for that man whenever he thought of him, martyn was special. unlike any other members of dogwarts. he quietly wondered if this how scar felt about having grian as his little pawn.
ren chuckles quietly at the thought, but at the snap of a twig behind him and the rotation of his ears in the direction he is snapped out of his thoughts. the king stopped in his tracks, hand moving to rest against the sheath of his sword and turning his head over his shoulder to look behind him, his crown apon his head tilting just a bit at the moment.
"who goes there?" ren asks, his red narrowed eyes scanning through the darkness of the undergrowth and thick leaves above him. "mihand?" he calls, guessing it to be martyn, but still- his hand rests on the sheath of his sword beneath his red silk king's cloak.
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