What matters in this world

Citadels eyes roamed back to the glass as she drank from it. The smell really was peculiar, and he was pretty sure it was out of bounds. Making it even more interesting to the pup. The dark coated wolf gave an explanation of the seasons, describing them as opposites. “How many are there?” He wanted to know “Have you seen lots of them?” what must it be like for the world to constantly change around them? He supposed he would find out for himself eventually.

So far, he was learning that he had a lot of cousins, and Ember was one of them. “Your dad must be important, he married my parents.” She said, as if she hadn’t been there and seen it not that long ago. “I like the Hallows, so many wolves have these big swords… you don’t have one, do you?”


"Citadel"