Where the Wild things are

C A S I M I R

a call rang over the spring air and caismir followed suit. near the fire pit sat the tall warlord, near the obelisk tower. a suppose pack meeting form the looks of it, as his red orbs traced over the colorful array of pack wolves that gathered around. some he's never met before and some he had, but he instantly gravitated towards spider. the newest adult in the pack.
he felt their aura and it made him concerned. coming to move slowly near spider, the large white bloke sat. looking at spider for a brief moment, he whispered loud enough for them to hear alone, "whatever it is, please know i'm here for you spider." he meant that. now closing his maw, he turned with a hardened gaze at the warlord, resuming an air of profession and diligence.

"talk" "think"