Northstar Vale the scarlet lord

germanicus now knew this part of the sunspire all too well.

he traveled in silence, still not yet fully recovered from his flight.

there was no malice in the eagle. only waiting and an odd longing to be at the mesa once more.

it became clear to his skilled trailing that the saints had dissipated. pharaoh was a performer. germanicus did not think that the egyptian might care this war would not happen.

it was the bearwolves, shouting, howling in the night that chilled his blood. heathens.

he paced forward into the vale, motioning to the akashingo wolves within him to spread out in a civilized manner while they searched for their enemies.

the white wolf nyra was a flash. germanicus gave chase.