Lion Head Mesa Krýo

Arsenio sighed, a heavy noise that filled the space around them.

The Greek man was not certain if she had resigned to her fate, or if it was merely her attempt to dash any hope of escape, but he felt the weight of her words sit on his shoulders like a large stone. Tamar did not speak what Arsenio feared. Nevertheless, he did not wish to linger on the prospect that she had spoken, that there was only one way for her to be freed from Akashingo.

Then, I suppose I will remain for a while longer, the auburn wolf remarked dryly. Arsenio rose from his place and turned to leave her with the stores. One last glance over his shoulder where his glacial eye lingered on her frame before the mercenary plodded quietly from their meeting place.