touring the world

The stranger’s explanation did little to soothe Khonsu’s worries, who’s ears pulled back as he bore witness to the conversation. While he’d received basic training and knowledge of self-defense in his upbringing, the vast majority of it had been tailored toward the assumption that their opponent would be a mere lesser predator or the rare untrained rogue. Soldiers? Was this land so war torn that a wolf had to be brought up in the art of war? “Funny. I always assumed the most efficient defense was to simply have no enemies.” The words were spoken more to his brother than to the Warlord, though while Khonsu’s muzzle turned to address his twin his eyes did not leave the giant before them.

Sol’s nose jabbed against the offending muzzle gently, eyes widening in caution and alarm. They had no current enemies, though he was not naive enough to ignore that his brother’s snide words could bring about one. To the Warlord his polite gaze returned. “Your pack sounds lovely… very… unique.” Sol bit his lip, struggling with the tact needed for the discussion. “Is it, though? Unique, I mean.”

“He means to ask if there are more warmongers in this world, or just you.”

“No I do not!” Sol gave an alarmed whine, his head whipping between his brother and the Warlord with whom they spoke. “He can’t read my mind. That’s not what I was implying.” Fuck, this wasn’t going well.


Sol & Khonsu