Bramblepoint Sunblind

Khenbish stepped closer, breaking away at the space that had stretched between them respectfully. Foxfur was unbothered by the movement. The warrior had assumed that his life was in no jeopardy while he remained in the presence of the strange wolf.

When the wolf spoke again and said that he would like to know how Foxfur’s story went, the warrior’s brown gaze met him sharply.

Khenbish, I am called Foxfur.

The introduction was offered with a voice that was both weary and melancholy in nature. The edges of his voice were rough, but nothing in his tone suggested he meant anything by what he said.

Where are you from?