touring the world

Khonsu nodded his head affirmingly as his brother’s howl echoed out into the far off lands. It did not take long before a shape began to form in the distance, a large wolf who seemed to appear from within the mountain itself. At the man’s side two companions followed, immediately putting the more rational of the siblings on edge as he realized the intention was to outnumber them.

Sol was oblivious to his brother’s worries, his lip upturning in a brief and uncertain smile as the stranger approached and offered his name. His own muzzle cracked open to begin a reply, when Khonsu’s voice broke across and stifled him. “Warlord?” It was a title Khonsu was unfamiliar with, though the meaning behind it did not seem difficult to understand. If this was a wolf of war, did they really want to get involved in any sort of relationship with him, his pack, or his mountain?

Sensing his brother’s questioning done, Sol hesitantly moved to continue. A paw lifted, shuffled through the air, then tapped back upon the ground as he struggled to find the right words. “Sorry. This is Khonsu, my brother. He’s… protective.” The cobalt-eyed man spoke. “I’m Sol. We’re new to this land and hoped to hear about those who dwell here.. If that’s okay.” Thoroughly intimidated, Sol dropped his eyes to the ground while Khonsu’s continued to bore assertively into the stranger’s own.

Sol & Khonsu