Northstar Vale Yioí

The sounds of crickets had been replaced with the hooting of owls. Even the frogs had stopped their croaking. Each pass of wind played music through the reeds by the water. As the redstone wolf walked the paths of the vale, he thought of Nanuq. He had not been able to shake the worry he felt. The young wolf had seemed desperate to get out of Mereo, desperate for a better life for himself, for his brother.

Arsenio would need to prepare to travel to Mereo. He had no intention of turning the boy away from Epoch. If the young man was sound in his mind enough to travel from the canyon to the vale, to stand humbly at their doorstep and ask for a home… The Greek wolf wouldn’t let himself deny Nanuq.

The Arche stood at the edge of the vale, eyes fixed on the distant trees.