the rusted steel

It was almost time for Kite to head to bed, dawn had just started to peek over the horizon, and she knew from experience that she would only have another half hour or so before the day got too bright for her eyes to manage. Until then, she would make use of her last little bit of eye-freedom.

Stretching out her long limbs, she trotted through the Col, until a bird ahead caught her attention. She watched it swoop, which brought her eyes down, and to a blue-toned wolf she hadn’t seen before. That didn’t mean she didn’t know them - there were some wolves in the Armada that she knew by sound, instead of look. She wasn’t sure she could be bothered striking up a conversation with them, it would be a waste of what little night time she had left. Still, she found herself angling towards them. Her little cat, Lioness trotting lightly at her paws.


"Speech"