the setting sun will be our guide

His new Praetor dismissed him and the rest of them, stopping near the crimson female to touch his nose briefly to her cheek before leaping away towards the direction of the forest. He smiled briefly, bright blue eyes scanning the last bits of the sun that lingered across the darkening sky before glancing around at his packmates and turning to walk to the direction of the open meadows where he had dug a burrow.

It was the start of a new life, a new day and a new beginning. And he, Farkas would treasure every moment of it because it was rare he had ever felt such loyalty towards anyone before but this youthful Roman and sought them out and brought them together and now thanked them. Really, they should fall onto their bellies and thank him instead for working so hard.

Tiredness dominated the dark male and after finding his sleeping spot, he closed his eyes.