King and the Spirits

He watched the sky with bold golden eyes, a determined smile crossing his features. “As of now I have no pack, but should you need a place to call your own I will accommodate you.” He said proudly, his chest swelling with satisfaction in a way that looked every bit as his father’s had the day they met. “Should you need me, simply call for me and I shall answer.” He told the boy. “Or you can find my son and I in the south.”

Satisfied with the information he had passed along Tyranis returned his attention to the horizon. “Let no one tell you your gift is anything other than what it is. The spirits guide you and should you join me I will see to it you are given the skills to control them.”

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