By the fire

The Warlord woke with the morning, and stretched his legs, looking up into the reddish toned sky and shook the slumber from his limbs. There was much to do in a pack that had moved at the onset of winter. He wouldn’t have dragged them here if it wasn’t for the heat in the tunnels.

He made his way down the winding path from his den into the pack centre, and found the growing-familiar form of Keahi by the central fire, skinning what looked to be a deer recently felled. It hadn’t past his notice that Keahih had been out hunting and securing the woodlands often with Kotoi. “How are you settling in?” he asked warmly


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