Arrow Lake Jol

The young soldier felt that her assurance was made from politeness, that she still kept a protective aura over the lakeside, her home. She went on to say that she had only been visiting. The intensity of her approach might have suggested otherwise, but he was in no place to question.

Homesickness filled his belly.

She introduced herself as River Sandraudiga. The name sounded like royalty. He looked at her with wide eyes. With the offered name, he thought it made her more beautiful. The young wolf kept this to himself.

Cad Kin, ma’am. Dark lips formed a warm smile. Your name is beautiful.

The compliment came easily. Cad’s silver tail waved as his eyes danced back to the lake.