third times the charm

The starry-eyed astronomer was, indeed, looking out at the stars that evening as he did almost every night. The celestial heavens were his life, his calling, his purpose. Plus knowing the prophecies they foretold and the guidance they gave could be beneficial in helping to guide Widow and her pack. If there was information to be gleaned from the stars, Stolas needed to know as Widow's advisor. He was committed to her cause and to her, and he was determined to do his best.

Fortunately, the autumn evening was quiet enough that even from his observatory platform in the tree above his den, the Goetia prince could hear the sound of paws approaching through the fallen autumn leaves. A soft crunching underfoot that made his ears perk. Down below, the dark form of Widow approached his den, calling in softly for him. Her tone surprised him; uncharacteristically soft for the confidant and powerful Queen of the Hells. This must have been a serious matter.

"Up here!" Stolas called quietly down to his wife with a charming smile and a wave of a paw from the platform above. He didn't shout for fear of alerting all of the forest at this time of night. Plus if Widow was going out of her way to come stealthily to him at night, she wanted this rendezvous to remain private. "Come on up, my love! There's a ramp over there." After gesturing to where the ramp up to him was, Stolas closed his grimoire and got up to unpack a few extra furs from the trunk on his observatory to spread out. By the time Widow got up to him, Stolas had made a rather spacious bed of plush sable furs for them to relax on. The dire brute laid back down on the furs and stretched his body out comfortably, waiting for his queen and wife to join him, eager to hear what was on her mind.

"Stolas"