With Vale back, and Renlys beratting him about how his bonding thingy was fucked up, Olalla needed a break. A break from Vale more so, but Ren as well. What better place to lose yourself than the desert, Vale would say. Only, longing whispers of commands cast aside, blew to the winds that harassed the sandy dunes of the desert and here Olalla was. Lumbering past occasional rock formations like the pittiful ardent he was. How fucking perfect. How fucking beautiful. Maybe he should have let Vale kill him right then and there. Right from the fucking start.

Olalla stuck out like a sore thumb, what with his dark pelt and all. And his size. Of course his actual appearance was no better up close than it was from far away. He yawned, sand gritting between his long teeth, Olalla ran his tongue over dark lips before turning his head; laying dim eyes on an awkward sort of wet-blanket of a creature. Oh great, here we go. The beasts paws kissed the hot sands gently as he padded toward the creature, a love song subtly written within the sands of The Pitt. But love never grew here, only hate. And perhaps Olalla could not come to understand that, the group he had come to run was loveless. Even with his love and gentle care of these toddlers, love would never grow. Not here, not anywhere.

His large paws stopped just before the borderline, watching was the creature padded past it. Brave. Probably stupid or lame in the head, but brave. "This is the borderline of The Pitt," Olalla announced boldly. "State your name and business, or leave and keep your life."