Just for the laughs

The healing Ermís had taken to spending his mornings walking about the adjacent territories to the Armada. Stretching his legs as his body recovered from its aches and pains. The Armada Alpha had given him permission to rest in the pack for a time, but being idle had never suited the Prince.

This morning he found himself on the beach to the West of the pack. A territory that might well be a part of the Armada soon - if he had heard correctly. The black sand was cool beneath his paws, without much opportunity yet for the sun to heat it.

He was just considering what to catch for breakfast - he had no intention of being a burden upon this pack - when he caught sight of a flash of tawny orange in the corner of his vision. He turned as the laughing cackle rose in the air, and realised he was about to be surrounded. The pack of hyenas gave their hick-cackle laugh again as they eyed the lone wolf.


"Speech"