Stone Circle A message from the king

nabbing for tradesies; kove will be skippable once leadership pops in

Stubborn as a mule, the elderly Inuk refused to give up tending to the borders entirely; he accepted the fact that he could not do as much as before and was thus forced to pace himself, as the trade off. So when an unknown voice was heard, Kove responded to the call.

There was a notable stiffness to his joints as he approached the stranger, accompanied by a limp that could not be pinpointed to any set limb—perhaps it travelled between them all. Age-induced muscle wasting left a few ribs and his hips fairly visible, even through his coat, which was also far thinner than it’d ever been before. But there was a light in his eyes still, a determination to greet the other wolf, at the very least. And whilst his movements were slow overall, he still reached the lone male, leaving just a handful of meters between them. “What is your business here?” he asked first, direct; the shorter he kept things, he realised the less likely he was to forget their location and return to his mother tongue.