Introductions

He was so close to going home he could taste it. The effort to keep patience was maddening, but he bore with it. He wanted to see Aurielle and his sisters and Nolan and Domari and Red, and the rest of the wolves that were a part of his life. Sure, he’d miss the visits from Lia, and he certainly hadn’t been mistreated here, but home called him.

Hell, he even sort of missed Artur in all his icy pissiness.

A scraping rap on the door brought his eyes up from the pig skin he was doodling runes on. With Chrystal being part of his life, and thus a part of Valhalla, he wondered if Aurielle’s runes could be taught to others—well, really that was a given. But would anyone other than Lia and maybe Mort be interested?

A woman came in, and a smile of welcome bloomed on the young man’s features, though he glanced upward with some interest at her horns. But Mortis had wings and cat claws, and sabers, Sirius had sabers and possible claws, as he realized he didn’t see the man’s claws like he did on his own paws – always there and out – so the horns, subtly elegant in their smooth spiral from the woman’s head, weren’t the most shocking thing he’d seen. But he spotted a subtle glint of green in the markings of her coat, and he realized that this must be Mort and his siblings’ mother.

His muzzle dipped easily in greeting as he greeted, “Lady. I hope the day finds you well.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think