Arrow Lake this one's for us

a virile answer to the solicitor's call sprung up just as her voice died below the wind, and it sounded near, promising a swift arrival. but the general made no rush to meet the loner. quite the opposite, he remained fixed to the shadows; coming to a distant standstill, and observing the brilliantly colored caller from afar. his approach after this initial appraisal was much quicker. stigmata came to loom before the dwindling creature with a hard look in his eye and stern jaw.

he had lived long enough, and seen enough types of death to know this she-wolf was not well. there was no shortage of prey this spring, and only a sick or particularly inept predator would be this thin - alone or not. if not her blood diminishing her, then it was stupidity doing her in, and the general had little patience for charity these days. "yes?" the wolf asked in a quiet sort of demand.

he thought bitterly that she would be better off with the wolves in the vale, who seemed hellbent on taking anyone, even the invalid, into their unambitious fold; but this same cynicism applied to the wolves of elysium, who he could not bring himself to hate despite their utterly baffling existence. either way, diaspora was not a place for the ailing, and stigmata cocked his head at her skeptically.