Lion Head Mesa Anísychos

Sayf told only a little of his past. What he offered was not done so in positive light. Arsenio nodded his head slowly, understanding. It sounded as though being allowed to live in Akashingo had been a blessing to the slender thing. What a pitiful life, if this was the case.

It was clear that Sayf did not want to continue speaking about his past. He changed the conversation back to the auburn wolf in a single question. The slight wolf wanted to know if Arsenio had always been someone’s guard. The redstone wolf smiled carefully and nodded.

Guarding, fighting, running, where there is work to be done, I too will be there. To provide the possibility of a better future for those I love.

As he spoke, he knew that the mesa wolves would believe he had a wife and child in a faraway place, the remnants of a family that he spoke fondly of and prayed for nightly. His time within Akashingo had changed the image in his mind. He did not think of a wife or daughter. Arsenio thought of Tamar and the sea. He fixed his eyes to his paws.