For the King.

@Majesty

Koning -- or King, that is how the lanky Mees -- nothing more than a newly squire -- in the kingdom of Wheeling Gull Isle, would describe the male who accepted him. Two days had passed since he was granted access, and while exploration was high on his to-do list, all the new impressions left him behind with shaking knees. He barely absorbed anything as his thoughts still ran like a rollercoaster through his mind.

He had spend the last two days trying to hunt mice, prey that was easier to come by now that the summer was rolling around. Hours after hours he made silly attempts and just at the point he was about to give up, he caught one. Proud the young male was now trying to track one of the fresher scents of Majesty Koning. He wanted to give a gift, as Majesty had given him not only chance but also hope. Now Mees had to step up to the game and proof his worth. But the lanky black wolf was neither the bravest nor the smartest of them all.