Reunited

Vesper watched as a few dejected wolves stumbled through the Col. Released at last from the Woods at the quarantine in light of new discoveries. She kept her vigil, waiting by the Col entrance until a familiar form stepped into view. He still looked sick, but… did he look less so than before? As if he was on the mend? Perhaps she was imagining it.

Her tail gave a couple playful swishes behind her. Not too much, she didn’t want to look too eager to see him. “Well, I guess this sickness has doesn't have refined taste at any rate. Going for you, and that Warlord instead of me.” She raised a brow at him as she let the sarcasm slip out.


"Vesper"