The Sentinels From the Abyss it calls me

Eep! Hello Love! I am glad you did :)

Tveir's eyes turned upward, so engrossed he hadn't noticed another quiet yet. His mind raced with all the stories of the gods his father had told him of the gods and goddesses that roamed the lands and the heavens. 

Tveir sighed as his mind moved along the path she knew, and a gentle yearning in his heart. He realized with a start he was lonely. He had no children, no friends, his family were long gone. He didn't even have a pack anymore. He had smelled some near where his family's old stopping grounds had been, but he hadn't seen any. And the smell wasn't largely present, which meant they had not claimed it yet. 

Tveir bent his head forward and sniffed at some of the new plants that lay beneath the blackened soot. The soot still gritty beneath his paws, but new life was coming forward.

A woof resounded around the area and Tveir lifted his head and stared towards the noise. Slate grey eyes assessed and read the young wolf that came forward. The red of his coat set aflame the nearby area, showed up stark against the sooty background. A fitting color to be in such a place.


His optimism was catching and Tveir returned the wag of his tail. Hello Caracal. I'm Gunnar, though some have called me Tveir. What brings you here to such a place."