Among giants

The Warlord wouldn’t tire of the sight of the looming trees of the redwood forest any time soon. He liked to walk among the giants, and listen to the quiet woods. He didn’t take time away from the pack very often any more, so a little bit of time to himself to reflect and soak in the quiet was appreciated.

He wasn’t fully alone, of course. The Warlord hadn’t been fully alone for many, many years. The Bear and Bas had remained in the pack lands, but Marshal soared silently in the sky above him. His glossy black-purple wings glinted in the afternoon sunlight. A good way to spend the last few hours of the day.


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