Exactly where I want to be

She was deep in conversation with her father when the call came. Regulus was aging greatly, now. Though his eyes remained sharp, and his muzzle was no greyer, save for the stress silver here and there, his old injuries were ailing him more with each passing season. Their years together were limited. He showed no signs of being ready for the grave, though, and she could take heart with that gut feeling.

She nuzzled into his chest before turning and breaking into a trot to answer Ulric’s call. His voice was easy to remember, and she smiled as she spotted the tall, earth-mottled man, meeting his silver eyes. He’d tromped her in their spar, but far from being annoyed, she was pleased.

“Ulric! How are you?” Her greeting was warm as she sat before the Adravendi, head cocking as she looked him over.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think