Eyes of steel

After his obvious interest in the sword the Hallows wolf had wielded, she had offered to give him a practice lesson. She had been far from home, and without the right tools so she had set them a date for them to meet, and he found himself waiting with some anticipation. The idea of carrying something in his maw like that wouldn’t have occurred to him without witnessing it for himself. But seeing her strike the final blow with the tempered metal had sparked something inside of him. Something boyish and excitable.

He left a day early, giving Wren the heads up before vanishing deep into the Southern territories of Bores. He didn’t like leaving her alone across such a vast distance, but that was a feeling he would have to get over. With the extra time available, he was able to find the territory she had indicated and set up a temporary camp. He was able to bring down a young deer, so they would have a meal once they’d expanded their energy in the training.

Now all he had to do was wait. He sat on his hunches by his little camp, and watched the horizons. Waiting for a hint of the friendly Hallows warrior

WC: 207

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