Speak the truth, even if its hard

He returned again, intending to stop only long enough to get reports from his patrollers, and take a bite to eat. Maybe catch up on a few moments of shut-eye. He didn’t plan to stay for any longer than the duration of those tasks.

As he sleepily made his way to the cellar, he passed by the shape of a small black wolf. He stopped, blinked, and turned back. His thoughts catching up with him as he realised whom he had just passed. One look to his General and he knew what news she had to share. Her mere presence, sitting quietly here, empty handed, would have been enough. He feared she had more to tell him. He growled softly, trusting his General knew him enough not to fear him. “Report” he grumbled, taking a seat beside her, and leaning his tired head against the shoulder of the shorter wolf.