It was a journey, and the two had finally arrived. The willows had greeted the two in hushed whispers. Dusk checked to see his new friend, Winter behind him, and he was. Dusk lifted his head, tasting the air for his cousin. She was supposed to come! She promised she would find him here! He told her to travel West, and to stay on the trail. But his cousin was an adventurer, she would come, he knew she would. If anyone knew all the short-cuts and forests in Alacritia, it was Titania.
He gave a warm nod to Winter, letting the man take in the beautiful and calm scenery. The willows had protected and sheltered Dusk when he was in need of a home. That was when he first met Esti, the princess. Yes, the princess. She had to be somewhere here, waiting for the kind brute's return. Though perhaps she was out hunting, and maybe it was best if he let his and Winter's paws rest after their exhausting journey.
"Here we are, welcome to Whistling Willows." Dusk announced deeply, the early spring wind cheering happily. He let his new friend have a look around at his new home. Perhaps the four of them had to make a few extra dens, but it could work. A kingdom. A home.
"Oh," Dusk had forgotten to mention one last thing, though he quickly added."If you require a drink, the fresh pond is over there."
He lifted his head out to the sparkling clear waters of the pond. It was only a few tail-lengths away and the pond had the most refreshing and richest waters in the dry West. Yes, everything was going well. Now he would wait, sitting himself down by the pond, waiting for his cousin and the princess to come. Wise blue orbs gazed out across the soft emerald grass. This was their new home. A palace. This was their kingdom.
"Speech"
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