Knock knock said the wolf

The Warlord made his way out of the Cole, and into the woods. The path a familiar one as he found his way to the tree house Mortis had constructed shortly after coming here. He found the home beneath, that Halo had claimed for her own. It wasn’t the circular den she had once held in the plains, but it still smelled like growing things and medicines. Like Halo.

He knocked, giving her only a short moment to realise someone was at the door, before bargaining in and making his way to the middle of the room. Sitting down, and then sliding to his stomach with a sigh. “Could I trouble you for some tea? Something to help a man sleep?” He asked her, after having intruded upon her privacy and made himself at home.


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