Daytripping

Seracia in all its winter glory was pristinely silent on that day at that particular time. It was a time in which the King relished - for it gave his mind precious moments to breathe. However, the long, pensive screech of an eagle would awaken him from his momentary lapse in purposeful consciousness and he would lift his head in response, an ear flickering toward the sound. A shadow cast across his face as the eagle descended toward the earth in a streak of black and white. Two wolves await you at the border, sire. Not a moment later came the familiar cry of the Glaciem diplomat: Crusade. The eagle made move to alight again as the King shifted his weight and stood with a grunt. "Not to worry, Robin. These are friends." Powerful stride carried him across the landscape to where Crusade awaited, the eagle hovering a few feet above him. "Our visitor goes by the name of Crusade, she hails from our ally pack: Glaciem. I know not who she chose to bring with her." He paused, gazing fondly up at the bird who had taken a liking to him. The eagle had apparently called this land home long before the wolves had, though she didn't seem to mind their presence now that they were here. She had been a great asset to him as of late, and he was sure they would be friends for quite some time.

As he arrived on the scene he noted Crusade and a young wolf at her heels. A young male by the smell of it. A prodigy, perhaps? The King tilted his head ever so slightly, offering a warm smile to the both of them. The eagle landed on a nearby pine tree and looked on. "Welcome back, Crusade." He turned his head toward the boy. "And who is this?" The boy looked uncannily like Crusade, but he let it go for fear of misspeaking if his assumptions were not correct. "Please, both of you come in. I assure you there's no need to wait at the borders." Insomnia surely doesn't. He thought with a smirk and a small chuckle.

"Speech"