Altar of Twilight I was angry with my foe

Most of Kavos' unfortunate life had been filled to the brim with glum silence and egregious solitude. These things, not customary to any breed of wolf, had long ceased to bother the boy. He remembered what it was like to have company, but he could not fathom a need for it; not after what he had been through. Not when he had just become so capable on his own.

He reclined with his collection, focusing on the broad Moonspear looming ahead of him with an unreadable expression. He wasn't lying there long when he noticed a swift shadow detach itself from the spilling shade of the mountain, the sight of which drew him to stiffen and stir.  


The first signs of Others, always made him anxious.

Prickling, he rose up warily, pressing his ears and nose forward in an attempt to identify the creature as it glided ever nearer. It was several beats after that he recognized the girl who had given him his task— though even as recognition flitted across his stony countenance, his body remained tensely uncertain.

Her posturing gave the tattered teen direction, at least. His tail automatically kept low, and his ears fell across his filthy skull as he acknowledged the sub-adult as his judge and jury. The tip of his tail wiggled when she spoke, understanding the compliment as it was given, but her follow-up question seemed to confuse him greatly. His perpetual frown deepened until it appeared he wouldn't answer at all... and then: what's trespassed?