Late to the Party

She didn’t know when the man was taken from his Klein home but it was obvious he was even less well versed in the history and lore than she was. His accent further proved the distance that he spent from the name that bound them together. The Klein name had taken a sharp downturn in the last year, though there was still some kind of preservation, though if truth be told Venom wished it to remain within Habari’s bounds instead of her own. The Kleins of old had fallen and shown their true natures. They were lazabouts who took no responsibility for themselves and expected the workload to be carried by someone lower.

Blitz spoke again and he seemed truthful in his uncertainty. He was a wolf newly given his freedom, there was little surprise at the daunting task that lay ahead of him. He had to create his life anew, there were no borders, boundaries, or rules. Everything was up to him, and to many wolves that prospect could be daunting. ”The Ashen Empire. We’re very closely allied with the Armada to the east, but much of our kin has migrated to Habari, north east of here.” She offered up her own piece of information for him.