Shake out your boots

As Keahi shifted position, the Warlord slid into the spot beside her. Leaning ever so slightly against the smaller wolf as he took a look across the vast view from the Point. He loved it here, and he didn’t mind the cold. He could see for miles. The icy landscape in one direction, and rolling forests in another. The biting wind swept up the scents from below, and cleared the clouds ahead. Even as they ushered on the ones that would bring the storm. If he turned his back to the darkening clouds, the open sky was breathless in its endlessness.

The Warlord nodded his head. His Diplomat was their current expertise in reading the landscape. He made a mental note to send Crux her way. “I’ll do that” He agreed. “I’m making rounds through the guards now. I thought it wise to start with you, and you’ve proved me right” He said with a wry chuckle. “Here. I brought these for you.” He said, opening the bag to pass out first the woollen cloak, which he snatched in his teeth and shook out. Spreading across her back. Insulating her beneath it and the polar bear armour. Next, he passed her the wrapped and heated meat. “You should eat it while it's still warm. You’ll appreciate the warmth in your belly soon enough” he advised her.

He fell silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer than before. “What was that you were singing? While I was climbing”’


"Sirius Fatalis"