Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

When the white wisp spoke again, it was with the voice of a child. Tenebris thought of Evelit. The man felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn. His expression remained stalwart and shrewd. 

Alone, yes. He nodded his head in answer to the first question. 

The second was unexpected. Tenebris eyed the young wolf with a wary expression. The spitting image of his sister. Down to the depths of the stranger’s indigo gaze. 

Sure. 

The knight motioned for the wisp to approach.