Times are changing

Mortis moved away from Tamsyn and the tournament with a thoughtful frown. He had known this time was coming, that because of Zee and Azure, he was needed. But without them… without them, it was even harder to do so. To go where they had been the most often, and find the places that had once been filled with them to be empty.

But Sirius was losing it, Tamsyn had been sure of that. His family needed him. His whole life, he had been running away from the responsibility that being eldest had bestowed upon him. His whole life had instead led him to this moment. Returning. If anyone had to overthrow the Warlord, it would have to be him.

He found his way back to the familiar sight of Hika, and gave the white wolf an uncertain smile. “Hika, we need to talk.”

"Mortis""Hika"