Sand Castles

He was shocked visibly when the woman seemed to read his mind and speak out loud the exact words he had thought. Was this a trick? Or had he somehow unwittingly gave voice to his private musings, what was more disturbing however was how she chose to play it off as if nothing strange had happened at all. It was deeply unsettling for him but he forced himself to focus on her question.

“I suppose it’s more a loss of my father than the loss of his lands.” He explained, attempting to keep his voice casual. “I have my own lands now, my own pack, and my own people. Most of the members of my father’s pack abandoned him. I had to make a legacy of my own” He explained, feeling slightly reassured as he spoke. “I am Tyranis Praetor, the High Lord of Erövrare.” He said and tipped his head respectfully.

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