Lion Head Mesa quamdiu

a flash of autumn caught the imperator's peripheral. 

the last time he had seen this girl she had been only a child. now she carried herself with purpose and a careful step.

the ursus wolf was quiet save for a hushed greeting. her eyes were locked upon the sunspire. and the eagle did not yet know that the bearwolves had already gone out as spies.

"i am sorry for the death of your mother." the utterance was quiet. it encircled them.