The Heartwood Night Whispers

@Ira

So, Ira was an assassin of some sorts. The boy was not even a yearling and yet he boasted of adeptness in poisons and stealth. Impressive. The dark wolf wondered how Ira would have faired if he had joined the assassins Kaname had been born with. It probably would have changed nothing, they would still be dead or scattered, and he would still be here or perhaps somewhere else. Who knows? What matters is now. He wanted to test the boy's skills. Words were one thing, actions were another.

He lay in the middle of the Heartwood, a forest south of the pack. It was not dark like Neverwinter, which was what he was looking for. An assassin would not always be hidden in dark forests; he needed to learn how to hide in the light as well. He tipped back his head and called for the spoiled brat, doubting he would come to his call at all. His summons finished, he laid his head on his paws and waited.