The start of something

He gave his head a slight nod in acceptance of her statement, before settling down beside her. “I found Eris,” he began, telling one story with his voice, and another with his heart. Trepidation, frustration, hope his paw tapped out gently beside her. Her eyes were closed, but she didn’t need them to see the emotions he was giving off.

“She was at a market of slaves, sold on the block like property,” Vexation, helplessness. He told her, paw still tapping away as he spoke, “There was bidding going on, between a wolf who knew her and others. I aided this wolf - Oxide, was his name. Together, we sought the freedom of our sister. We won, but there is a cost. Oxide is to join their band for a time, and the Ademre… when we start our band, which must be done soon, we will aid them in two fights. Not the start I wanted for our warriors-for-hire, but it gives us our sisters freedom.” he explained to her. “Will you join the Adamre band?”