Hideaway Strath You and I will be the ones that are wearing the crowns

The Grandmaster has been called upon. A howl he knows very well by now sounds through the air and he’s dutifully moving to heed his Overseers summoning. 

Quick to move through the forest, he slows to a trot, moving up closer to her to nudge his head against the pale Warrior’s shoulder. 

“You called, darling?” A simple acknowledgment with a warm smile and kind eyes. Though him and Nyra have fought he still has a certain soft spot for the woman he’s seen grow so much since being in the Saints. For the better of course. So strong and confident when at first she’d been cautious and timid. He quite likes how she’s turned out.