Call to arms

Widow's call was a beacon to the Goetia prince day and night, and whenever her voice reached his auds, the brute came running. When the Queen of the Hells' summons went out, Stolas quickly stashed his book of arcana and sigils away to go join the collective. He knew of Widow's desire to get the rest of Hellborn combat effective so they could start protecting their home more readily and he was all on board for learning and honing his skills as her husband. Arriving at the field just beyond the reach of the woods, Stolas smiled at his queen, coming up to nose her cheek affectionately while sparkling eyes roamed down her form, lingering on the subtle swell of her midsection. Their family was growing.

With greetings exchanged, Stolas stepped aside to go sit beside the only other wolf in attendance and give Widow the floor—only for his nose to scrunch up when he realized Reaper smelled like a week old game kill left out in the sun. Doing his best to not react out loud, the prince shifted further to the side to sit on his own and give Widow his full undivided attention. Widow's first question was a good one—what advantages could they have out in the fields beyond the forest? Reaper addressed the obvious line of sight benefit and detriment to both sides. Fighting in an open field was extremely exposed. "It also leaves both ourselves and our foes exposed to the elements. Rain, snow, sleet..." he added on to Reaper's answer. "A benefit of open space is a lack of any obstacles or pitfalls for us to watch out for. We don't need to worry about tripping over fallen tree limbs or being pushed into trunks or rocks."

"Stolas"