Long before the world drowned in noise and the rush of life,

before man kind forgot how to listen,

there were those who walked in rhythm with the land.

Men, standing together.

Not rulers, not conquerors, but kin.

Hounds at their sides,

not owned…but bonded by trust.

Moving as one breath, one purpose.

Behind them walks Varu'kan.

Not seen by all…

but felt by everything.

He walks beside them.

Guiding those who remember the old paths.

Paths where life is honoured,

not taken lightly.

Where the land is spoken to…

and listened to in return.

These men know the names of the trees.

They read the sky.

They understand that unity is not an idea,

it is a way of living.

Even the hounds feel it.

The presence.

The protection.

The harmony.

This is the old way.

To walk with respect.

To live in balance.

To remember that we belong:

to the earth,

to each other,

to the ancestors who still walk with us.

Varu'kan still walks these paths.

And for those who remember…

he always will.