I'm gonna be the main event, like no king was before

Citadel snuck out of the pack once more. He’d been scolded, and grounded and growled at, but so far nothing had deterred him from his ever immense interest in the outside world. His need to explore, and see and be a part of things. Breaking the rules was also half the fun, so long as he could get away with it.

Having his parents companions on him more often than not made the whole endeavour a great deal harder, but still he tried. Today, he tried something even more daring, more crazy than usual. He had heard rumour about the battlefield, where wolves could go to test their mettle. So the pup, young and foolish as he was, ventured to that field this day.

Under the fading evening light, he stepped into the barren territory, and raised his head. Letting out a mighty (and puppyish) howl. Face me! It said.


"Citadel"