Of War and Warriors

Thoughts of the well scarred, and dark cloaked wolf would remain in his thoughts as he finished his patrolling that day. He was distracted as he made his way to bed, curling about his wife, until his dreams brought him back to the days he had first taught his Spitfire better half how to battle.

He rose early the next day, checking the stocks of their supplies and doing his first patrol of the morning. He caught the scent of Resin at the borders, as he often did. The old warrior often spent her time patrolling.

He made his way back to the communal space as the day continued on, sunlight filtering through the tall grasses of the plains. He stopped here, howling for Tamsyn, so he could met her in this place she knew, and lead her down to his arenas.