all i've ever wanted

The Warlord made his way swiftly to the hot springs. His son’s kea had fetched him, and told him that there was something strange in the territory not far from the Armadas. Not willing to leave something unexplored - especially when the pesky parrot gave him few details - he made his way there with all haste.

His eyes weren’t on the way the steam rippled from the pools, or the sprinkle of petals from trees giving up their coverings for the Fall. It was on the scents of the place, the way the heat and sulfur masked it, and the shadows where things could hide.

When he caught sight of another wolf he came alert - and then was startled to realise he recognised the wolf. His Kea guide gave a cackling laugh, and lifted off higher into the air. Vanishing in moments through the tree tops.

He started after the bird a moment, and then his eyes fell to Deathbelle, the food laid out next to the mead, and Belle standing there, watching him. He opened his muzzle, surprised, and a little confused. “Are you the strange creature Mortis’s Kea warned me about?” his voice falling way to amusement. He had been set up.


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