let sleeping dogs

Citadel followed the path up the peak, letting his powerful paws propel him, and ignoring the ache in his muscles. He loved this freedom. Exploration, and chaos, and never knowing where his travels might take him or who he might meet. So long as he could make it back to the Armads before nightfall, of course. 


He reached the top, and realized quickly that he wasn't alone. There was another wolf already there, and she was looking at… was that a bear? Bigger than Rook, and sleeping by the looks of them. He crept closer, through perhaps not as quietly as he could. “Whatcha looking at?” He whispered, though what had her attention was pretty obvious.