What matters in this world

Citadel found himself addressed by a regal, dark coated wolf. When he looked over at her, he noted the goblet of something bright and odd smelling in her possession. He sniffed the air curiously and nodded to her question. “I'm Citadel Fatalis. Sometimes Cit, but never City.” He introduced himself to her. Filling the air with needless information and a welcoming smile.


He shrugged at the other part. Was he happy for them? He had no idea! “It did give us a neat adventure. We travelled so far that the…” he paused, trying to find the right word. “Season-” he'd only experienced one (or was it now two?) So the word was unfamiliar to him “-changed when we got here!” He said, clear excitement leaking into the young pup's voice. “Who are you?”