Lion Head Mesa Kourasménos

No, I do not.

Arsenio’s posture was stiff while his cold eyes watched the Roman beside him. The Greek man did not have a reason to lie to the soldier, not when it had been the grey-whiskered wolf who had offered the work. It did not serve a purpose, being forgiving with the truth.

It should not take much. When I save the lady Satsu from certain death, it will shine new light on her personal guard. There were no points of hesitation in this statement from the auburn wolf. Arsenio did not doubt that he would be able to win over the cold woman, the queen who was to be. It would take time and effort, but all wolves could be won.

And you? I cannot help but feel you have a plan in your mind. Arsenio smiled hungrily at the soldier.