No Back Stabbing

Elysia was craving her mothers rigid nettle training. She missed the stinging of her muscles after fighting her siblings. She missed the sweet taste of blood and victory. So when a familiar call echoed through the polar sound she wasted no time in seeking out the owner of the call.

She didn’t have to search long, slowing her stride as the man of living fire came into view. She’d fought him once before. It was  exhilarating to say the least. And she hadn’t spent much time with him past that. So she grinned as she skunk forward head held high, hips swaying as she walked.

“You called Aresenn?” She wondered why he wanted a gathering. And then from the corner of her eye she spotted the double headed wolf bowing. She shook her head and then focused on the man she knew. Waiting to see what this gathering would be about.