Toxic Rain

Rain had been waiting patiently on the battlements, his stomach twisting into knots as he pondered all the possible ways his plans could have failed. She could have gone to Abaven for healing, surely any one of the pack members would know what foxglove was and would take his attempt as a threat. He expected a contingent of Abaven wolves at their borders before he suspected the lioness to rear her head. It came as a surprise then when the summoning roar came for him and he found himself giddy with pride at his accomplishment.

He strode past the castle gats, his head raised high and a small smile on his features as he approached her. “Cannival. So good to see you again, what seems to be the matter?” He asked with the greatest tone of concern he could muster beneath his jubilation. Malleus would have no doubt heard the lion’s roar and was on his way to witness what he had done.

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