Burning out

Kea probably should have noticed the stranger approaching, but he was well lost in the deep whirlpool of his thoughts. At least until a voice startled him out of them. He blinked, and looked up at the tawny stranger that had greeted them. “Morning” he said back with a small smile, though the morning had left them some time ago.

He glanced back at the castle, through of course he knew exactly what the stranger was referring to. The beautiful old building could easily be a formidable sight, but to Kea it was simply home. “Hearthstone? Yeah, the castle and the pack belong to my father, Artorias.” He said, wondering if this wolf knew all that already.


"Ciaran Carpathius"