Mischief maker

Vesper poked through Oleander’s private study. She had no idea exactly what she was looking for, except perhaps to gain a better idea of what kind of person her new master was. So far he had baffled her more than anyone else she had served in her short life.

Once she was bored of his things, she stepped outside of the den. Glancing about, and wondering if she was going to find herself in trouble. She didn’t see too many wolves around, and moved as if she had somewhere to be.

She passed by the Obelisk with some derision, the stupid thing had gotten her into some trouble, and kept walking. But the truth was, she hadn’t been shown around the Armada before, and she had no idea what was where. All she knew was Oleander’s treehouse den and his new clinic. The rest proved likely to get her lost. She stepped into a warren, with its maze like caves and stopped to sniff the air.


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