Blackfeather Woods Kynigós

The pale woman sighed a small number of times when addressing him. Arsenio found her words curious. The polemistís had appeared to visit a pack and had sustained injury while there. The Greek regarded her with an immovable expression for several moments, playing her words again in his mind.

A rough laugh sounded from the auburn wolf’s lips. The misthofóros did not appear shy when regarding the mishap that the pale woman had endured. Sounds to me, your visit was apotychía, Arsenio remarked in a much too cocky voice. The russet shape drew a few paces closer to eye the wound she nursed.