Sun Mote Copse Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week

arunik'ra's harsh gaze remained on the pale wolf, though her ears sharply declined as she notice ar-khalba stepped back. his presence remained -- in many ways ar-khalba embodied the highest quality of all men -- to be seen and not heard. (wink)

the red wolf levelled her gaze to akazia and the pale shadow besides her. "we do not tempt." the redblade rejoined in correction, her voice full of fervent fire. "you either serve the many-limbed god, or you do not." in truth, that was all there was to know about the malkarian life -- the rest was simply small duties to appease the all-consuming molech.