I could've sworn we've met before

The Warlord heard the call at his border, and paused, listening to the ending of the song. He believed he recognised the caller. The wolf that had been there when he had taken in Maggy. He wondered if this call was in relation to that.

Shaking his head to clear the questions, he would go in search of an answer. Arriving at the place in the Grassy Plains where Borias waited for him. He would find him there with another wolf, a smaller wolf with a passive body language. He raised a brow, turning his attention to Borias. “Just because you watched me take in one, doesn't mean this is a charity house” he joked, wondering what had brought them to his border.