Northstar Vale Brick and mortar as thick as scripture

The dark woman explained and Clay couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

Peasant.

He was a prince! Coming from a long line of great wolves on both sides of his family, even his sister was a noble wolf. But it seemed feeble to try and fight it. He only took a sharp breath in, mouth crumpling to fight a frown that ultimately showed as a cheesy grin to the three. "I... see." He said through clenched teeth.

Hopefully the moon would pass by quickly this month.

"Yuu...die?" He repeated. "Queen Ibess.. Ill... biss—Ibis." He struggled with the names, their soundings unfamiliar to his eastern tongue. How many wolves were within their ranks that shared their names? He felt uneasy knowing he butchered them as he flicked his ears down. It began to dawn on the ex Easthollian that he was no longer that; an easthollian.

No.

He was in a new place. A new realm—a new culture. An imperian. "Forgive me, your names are very unique. But I believe I will find my way around. Thank you ma'am's... sir,"