Blackfeather Woods to hear the softly spoken magic spell

he could not say he was upset about the events that transpired, nor distressed, nor angry. no, he was excited. the past couple days had been way more thrilling than he anticipated and his blood still bubbled with adrenaline hours after the encounter. he focused that energy on tearing branches, imagining it to be the bones of the intruders. he hoped they’d be back another day. that would be fun.

maegi called for an audience and zeus stopped what he was doing to see what the fuss was about. it had taken him longer to arrive and it seemed like he was one of the last wolves to get there. he stayed a ways away from the group that circled the chuckling queen.