Am I ever gonna see your face again?

The Warlord was fishing when the sound of a call summoned him. He glanced back to the stream for a moment, and the fish that were yet to bite and gave a rueful smile. He shook out his coat and turned, trotting away from the summer stream and made his way to Sedna. He found the newly colourful wolf, strapped and geared up. Looking like she was ready for a battle or a journey, and her sides were beginning to show.

A frown darkened his expression, and his steps slowed. Taking him more slowly to her side. “Sedna.” he said, the unease in his gut told him he knew why she had summoned him. She was one of the last of the wolves that had joined him near the start. Was he to lose her, too, today?

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