Lorenzo was a male unaccustomed to defeat. He did not relish in the thought he’d failed, somehow, by returning to the springs without the blood of Morwen’s enemy—his enemy—lining his gut. A deep-seated hatred for the one who’d tarnished his home continued to simmer in his core, burning just beneath his skin like the heat of the springs. Only, this fervor wasn’t so welcome.
He panted openly as he scaled the graded stone path, his heavy paws weighing against it as the winds of eons passed had. With summer nearly in full swing, the caverns had grown sweltering. Though their heat was welcome when the nights grew chilly in spite of the warming season, he could not endure the vapors for the same stretches of time as in the winter. So he’d curled up beneath a shadow to sleep through the most unforgiving temperatures of the day, only crawling from his alcove when the sun fell beyond the cliffs.
There was much to discuss with Morwen.
Even more to discuss with Tunglid.
Lorenzo’s suspicion toward the male in particular was diminishing. Had he intended to make a move—either against him or Morwen—surely, he would have done it by now. They were small in number. Vulnerable. An ambitious yearling cursed to live in an elder’s body, and a she-wolf wracked by the unwarranted return of her past. Hardly a legion to conquer.
But the cowled male had been nothing but steadfast, and his recent consistency, dependability, had Lorenzo thinking.
As he settled into a sit along the path, choosing a bend in the terrain that led out toward the pass, he lifted his head and released a howl. If they were in range, he did hope they’d come.
summons specifically for morwen and tunglid, but obviously any wolf in the area is welcome~
Jan 13, 2018 12:43 AM
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