Dust in the Wind

“It is a pleasure to meet you Asha, I am Yale Beaufort.” He said with a polite tip of his head. He restrained himself from giving his various titles, after all the name Beaufort meant nothing here and he had every reason to believe “First legionary” would mean even less.

“What brings you out here so late?” He asked, his tail curling around his paws to make himself more comfortable. He wondered how far he had walked from Dragoste’s borders and if either Ganta or Roza would notice his absence. He supposed not, the two had their paws full with their newborn litter and running their newly formed pack. He hadn’t made himself known to anyone else in Dragoste so there was little chance they would notice his absence as well.

The girl smelled of a pack but only faintly as if she had recently departed from it. He wondered what would cause a wolf to leave the safety of a pack and if perhaps he should be worried that the girl was a criminal but she didn’t smell of blood or anything else that would indicate she was fleeing justice.    

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