Evening Vespers

Ashiel closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the cool spring evening. Soon the dry season would begin and he would have to acclimate to their new surroundings. He was unfamiliar with this territory in the dry season. New water sources would have to be found. New understanding of prey movements would be necessary to keep the pack fed. He hoped the Fallen god would guide him true to help his family, especially his little daughter. It still seemed so surreal that he was a parent. His anger against Leshia had since cooled and he found himself wanting to be near her again. He missed her. That sounded weak and pathetic, he knew he shouldn't be pining over a mortal he'd only known for such a short time.

Ashiel turned at the sound of approaching paw steps to see a yearling male approaching him. He'd seen the boy around but he hadn't had the chance to properly meet the boy. Ashiel nodded. "Yes, to think and to pray. I don't believe we've been formally introduced. My name is Ashiel, who might you be?"


"Talk"