Lyan squinted his eyes against the stark white glare of the sun reflecting of the Icewall snow wastes. The wind stung the exposed flesh on his face giving off the invigorating sensation that made you feel alert and alive. Moving with a sense of purpose, Lyan slowly worked through his favorite sword form as he stood amid the knee deep snow drift. Lyan exhaled, his breath quickly condensing into a small cloud, as he closed his eyes and desperately tried to bring about his focus.

The irritations of the past few days were overwhelming the level headed patience Lyan had always preached to his Deathdancers. He needed to refocus, to be the leader his people wanted, not the one he wanted to be for himself. Grimacing, Lyan contemplated the sacrifices he personally as well as the entire family had to endure in the quest for a return to the Vallenwoods. Loved ones, pride the list seemed to be endless. Did the Shalons love their woods this much?

Lyan finished his form with an authorative slash to the air. He would hold his tongue to Avillonia and Zhaneal, no matter how rude or irritating they decided to be towards him. He would ignore the Shalons polluting the Dark Kingdom and temper his rage to visit vengence upon the Shalons who preyed on his family. For after all, the one thing an elf had was time and patience. Lyan smiled to himself. "All wrongs will be righted in due time... ". The first rays of the morning sun danced lightly upon the field of white, making it shimmer as if bits of diamonds littered the ground. On one of the many lonely mountain paths of Icewall, a solitary Dark Elven figure stood unmoving watching the sunrise. The icy mountain winds sliced into the individual and sent his cloak flapping stiffly behind him, but Lyan Ka'vanth looked as if he could care less. With half closed eyes and a serene look, Lyan surveyed the majestic landscape as he touched the Pulse. It had been too long since he had been able to do this, to calm himself down and regain a pure focus. He had had to deal with so many distractions that he neglected to take those little moments to center himself.

Using the Pulse, Lyan focused his vision upon the scene unfolding below him. A snow wolf crouched low to the ground and stared silently at a rabbit foraging in the scarce grasses left alive by the harsh weather. Patiently, the wolf creeped upon its prey with painstaking step after painstaking step, completely ignoring the distractions of the surrounding world. In the blink of an eye, the wolf pounced. The rabbit did not stand a chance and soon lay limp in the predator's jaws, its lifeblood staining the pure white snow. Lyan smiled a little more as the lesson hit home. His goals could be reached, he would just need to take the wolf's example and patiently stalk his pray while ignoring the petty distractions.