Horizon Ridge lost house

A man’s voice filled the air, stealing away from the noises of the sea and the gulls.

Tenebris frowned at the display, so open in seeking what all men desired. The season would be upon them soon enough. Women would be warm with their heat, ready to be made into mothers. The thought of pups left him with remorse, though he did not allow himself to linger on it for long. The bare woodland and ridge would not be the place to find women.

The knight prowled quietly until he had found the figure who had called.

There was a healthy look to him, like the king of Raven Hill. His features were curious, unique, though Tenebris did not find him handsome. The wanderer could not help but wonder why he sought company in such a dreary place.

You will not find what you are seeking here, stag. It is a bleak place.

The wolf’s voice was gruff. The gold of his eyes lingered on the stranger’s face for a moment longer.