Cerulean Cape Once a vision from the woods

The sunlit man stiffened slightly. His response was not unexpected.

Tenebris was ready to turn and leave when the stranger offered an alternative. He spoke of a cooperative fishing attempt. He mentioned his children and that they had never tasted fish before. The knight might have laughed if he wasn’t busy considering the invitation. It was not shocking that this sun-colored wolf would have a family that he sought to provide for. There was something about the way he moved that spoke the language of a father.

I’m not much of a fisher, Tenebris said to him with a small frown.

But I suppose I can try. For your children.

The deep gold of his eyes grazed the man’s figure once more before he drew into a languid approach. The knight’s shape was firm with athletic muscle. He did not look the part of a sea wolf. Nevertheless, the dry-toned man did not see the harm in trying.