Iskandor trotted beside Citadel, eyes scanning around them as they moved. Auster was unfamiliar, and it made him a touch uneasy. His brother too, there was a tenseness to both of their frames. Iskandor sighed, stepping closer, brushing his shoulder against Citadel’s in a small gesture of unity. A little reassurance, that’s what he supposed he was trying to do for both their sakes. But he wasn’t so naive to assume this would go the way they wanted it to.
Once Citadel’s call rang out, Iskandor lifted his head, ears twitching as he waited for the response. The sound of an approach, anything. His posture settled into one of cool composure, eyes bright with curiosity and uncertainty in equal parts.
Knight
