Ready, set, go!

His tail picked up behind him in small sweep of excitement when the pack wolf offered to show him the falls. So far, this adventure was turning out great actually. He glanced up at Rook, but his bear's expression was serious and impassive. He was still annoyed At the boys impulsive decision. Citadel sighed. Oh well, Rook would get over it. 


The mention of someone else deciding what would happen to him didn't phase the boy.  “I met a sovereign once, Her name was Scylla. She was a nice lady who killed a crocodile with me, is your sovereign a nice lady too?” He asked, bouncing along behind the older wolf. “I'm from the Armada. It has a market, and a mountain.” He said helpfully.