Moonspear It feels like one of those nights

He has decided to take the night watch this evening, more on-edge than usual after what Ceara had told him. Perhaps it is meant to be. Speedy's scent wafts beneath his nostrils, and he turns to see the girl wandering nearby, exploring her new home. The prince turns with a reluctant sigh; there is much to discuss with her, and he is loath to do it. Mainly, explaining why he had lied to her when they had first met.

"Hello," Llewellyn murmurs, dipping his head to her when he comes within speaking distance. "How are you settling in?" She and Slavik have not been here for long, but the Moonspear wolves had given them a pleasant welcome. They are low on numbers, after all--the more, the merrier.