in a land of gods and monsters

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 There is no safe return of his call, instead, there is nothing for a while. Nothing but open mountains that don't rust with the umber color he's grown up around his whole life, but with verdant grasses and tinted snowy tops. A land full of life. And he realizes that he can't possibly be the only one here — but could he be the only one of them that was here?

 The familiar sound of pawsteps made the male's head snap around, finding the source closer than he assumed him to be. His pawsteps more muted against the grass than the normal clicking of nails across the red rock. Rebel's eyes flew to the stranger's neck, finding it untethered by any chain or pendant, the lack of indentations on his fur from where one might have been. The stranger's voice caught him off-guard; assertive and clear, his stance on the defensive, which was to be expected. Bel's still felt weary, yet his heart hammered unevenly, “Rebel.” The cadet finally found his voice unscathed by the dryness of his throat. “My name.” Bel clarified, his gaze unrelenting as he studied the other; his stature was like Kemp's, way taller than he was, and built like bison, ready to take on whatever was thrown at him.

 There were so many questions that fought over one another to be asked first, one trambling the other, holding his breath so he didn't stutter. “I'm sorry, I... I don't know where I am.” There's a pause in his voice as his gaze fixated on the area behind the stranger, seeing the mountains cut down and open into an endless horizon, then back to the other, “Are there...” He didn't quite know how to ask this question, if there were gods here or not, so he pushed that question down; he'd find out sooner or later on his own. “No, uh,” He could blame it on the fact that his head was spinning, still unable to grasp the concept of being alive. “I mean, do you mind tellin' me where I am?” He hated reliance on anyone else but his own, but Bel didn't have a choice. In fact, this could be the only wolf for miles that would have some answers for him.

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 The sun felt hot on his back, unrelenting; a harsh gaze like eyes bore through him — which was similar to the feeling of Callahan's glare. It's reminiscent in a way. If Bel hadn't been so overwhelmed, it might have been a bit much for him. Yet right now, his focus is elsewhere. Somehow, here and there, a million miles away, thinking about scorched land even though the greenery lay out in front of him. Normally, Bel would have said it was nice to meet him, but the pleasantries lay almost as far away as his mind.

 The cadet's attention is grappled back by the name of the land. 'Ambarino Valley.' It didn't ring any bells. He stared back blankly for a moment, the wheels of his hazy brain turning —

 “Wake up?” Bel echoed, confusion evident in his features — how did he know that? Did he look that jarred? Probably. The grogginess still felt heavy in his bones, his fur disheveled, shoulders remaining straight, but his overall stance looking sunken. “Yes...” He answered slowly, as if the information could be wielded against him.

 Then it really occurred to him that he might be dead — and that this could all be some wild trick. Because surely a man from the rebellion of the Gods was not getting a place among the heavens — maybe the stars, as they all burned into one at one point — “Am I dead?” Better to ask and know than to speculate, let his brain run rampant with thoughts that wouldn't matter unless he was really dead.

 And if he was, who stood in front of him really?
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