[SilentFeather]

Upon the presence of first dawn's approaching light a young man known as Ke'anu was disturbed from beneath the depths of his dreamless slumber by the second presence of his massive, canine, pelted companion Trigger the Cane Corso. Trigger may have been bulky and intimidating when it came to size but to be honest, to his owner he was a big teddy bear with an even bigger heart. Fortunately, he was found by Pyro wandering the streets when he was just an innocent puppy and together they had went through so much after the world had went on a brink of such a harsh collapse. Once there was a smile on his face that tugged at the sides of his lips but as for now it never showed.

Not ever again.  It was dead .. dead like his innocent infant daughter and his husband who perished while struggling to protect the two of them from the sparrows.

He wanted more than anything to grant his daughter's deceased body some well deserved rest. He also wanted to do the very same with Brandon. Pyro was able to control fire and he was called "Cremator" and  could protect himself but he was unable to protect his beloved family because of there being too many sparrows (the sparrows are canine like, having long heads and lean bodies. They had six red eyes on the sides of their heads, six arms, and wore natural red armor over their bodies.)

"Ugh .. alright .. alright Trigger. I'm up .. I'm up." Pyro said with a uncertain mumble, his voice holding hints of what was leftover drowsiness within it's depths. He stirred from being still after a long night of relaxing slumber's sweet embrace. When he had noticed that dawn was now on the brink of the horizon he had quickly arose from his cot, getting all that he needed for the long trek up North to a land called the "Dragon's teeth" where he could restock on a few items.

Those such items would be such as cans of food, tools like hammers, axes, guns and swords that could be used as weapons when the time arose and such things were needed. To be honest a person could not be too careful. He leaned over, gathering up his fur jacket that was generously given to him by his beloved Brandon, his reason for living and existing. Sometimes he wanted to lay down and pass away but something told him that he needed to march on, that he needed to trek to somewhere he could lay his head and that such place was named the "Final frontier" or "Paradise".

He held the only thing left close to his heart, that something was in the form of a tiny box which was in the form of a heart. He was to bury the ashes in "Paradise" where it was told that grass and bright sunlight were at. He was brought from his thoughts as his hand was gently licked upon by Trigger's damp tongue. He retrieved his owner's jacket and stood nearby as he saw him zip up his jacket and had also had on furs that would help trap heat and keep the harsh chill of December out where it damn well belonged.

"Come on Trigger, lets go." He said, leaving the cave that he was able to lay down for one night in. His companion followed alongside him with a bark.