Lord Of the Keep

The Hieronymus Prince followed Fern’s directions and made his way to the Bifrost for the first time. From there, he would enter the land of Auster. Crossing the Bifrost, he could already see signs of Autumn. With the crisp burnt-orange tones to the world and the scent of musk and turning leaves.

The brightly coloured plains lay before him then, and padded along the beach to the borders of the pack. He could see the towering castle behind the plains now. Its thick, impressive walls and swooping keep. He stood there for a long moment, and eyes this marvel of creation.

Taking his full, before raising his head and letting out a soft, inquisitive call to the Alpha. Just a friendly hello, he didn’t mind if he was ignored. He wanted to see the castle. Up close was better, but from afar still served to awe him.


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