Hushed Willows he don’t drink, or steal, or cheat, or lie

He stood, as he so often did these days, like a white shadow behind Raleska. If there was one thing Kaertok was, it was a loyal servant, and he had chosen her to be his master. If asked, he could not even tell the interrogator what it was that drew him to her. She just had a quality about her that he enjoyed, and that was that.

Some time after her call, a whelp approached them, and Kaertok pricked his ears forward. He had no reason to act on the appearance of such a child, and he looked to Raleska for the next move, whatever that might be.