Spirits returning home

The Warlord it seemed was not done yet with surprises. He caught sight of the yellow-gold wolf roaming across the grasses. He blinked, doing a double take. Hadn't he just been thinking of Naiche, and Asla, and his grandkids? And now Naiche appeared… like a ghost, but with far too much substance, over his lands.

He frowned, but inside there was a lifting of his heart. He had already seen Resin, who had come to him and offered gentle reassurances. Now Naiche had returned as well? If only it was periminant. But Resin had already shown him it was not. “Naiche, you restless old ghost. If you're going to have this much trouble staying away, you should have reconsidered dying.” he mused gently to his old comrade.


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