Reaching For The Moon

The summoning howl of his Diplomat brought a smile to the Warlord as he tilted his head and listened to her call. He put down the blade he was working on, and wrapped the oiled coverings over it to be safe. Bad weather hit quickly in the Northern territories. He got to his paws with a sigh, glad that the ache colder temperatures brought him was finally starting to fade. Spring was a good season, one filled with regrowth and potential.

He made his way down the slope of First Light Point and found the orange tinged woman by the Obelisk. He brushed a fond paw against the stone before turning to his wolf. “Keahi” He said warmly, reaching down and nudging the shorter wolf's shoulder. “What can I do for you?”


"Sirius Fatalis"