Big Salmon Lake cows and spaceships

After teaching Ira the arts of silent murder, he travelled to the lake not too far away from the Heartwood. He was wondering if their were any fish large enough to feed multiple wolves lurking in the waters.

But fish rots quickly... a familiar voice whispered faintly.

Ah, so it's you again. How nice to see you, Itzal.

The voice had not bothered him with it's nagging tones in a long time, though other voices were taking his place. More pleasant ones.

You have an apprentice now? How lovely. He doesn't even care for you.

I don't care.

It was true, Ira was not the type of apprentice (how the boy loathed the word!) he would like. But he guessed that it was some deities' way of training them both. Him to be a better teacher, and Ira to be a better assassin.

The dark-furred Gamma emerged from the shadows of the forest and made his way to the banks of the lake when he heard a splash. His ice-blue eyes locked on the wolf dirting the lake with muck from his pelt. Kaname's lips curled in disgust. "You're scaring the prey." he hissed to the wolf, a young one at that.