Kildeer Rest vòlkan [m]

gently kicks him in here hi ily

He’d gotten separated from Ahu.

It didn’t matter. It. Didn’t. Matter.

He told himself this as he kept up a good clip back to the south. Towards the mesa once again, though this time he returned as priest would be different.

So the gods demanded.

He’d sent Andesha ahead to tell the wolves of Akashingo he was coming back, to inform each and every one she could find. She knew what he wanted. She would announce his arrival.

It was a path predestined.

Only..something changed. A scent curved into his nostrils and pulled his head towards it, like he was a bull with a rope attached to a nose ring. Moments later would his ears pick up the howl. He stopped, stock still, instinct pinging against the back of his skull warring with the part that wanted the cushy curl of Akashingo’s weight back on his shoulders.

The priest let a breath billow from his nose, his brown eyes tracking across the frozen earth to find her. A red beacon, wild to his domestic slimness. He picked up the plume of his tail, letting it bob behind him, level with his shoulders.

He answered her call, after a moment of wrestling with the thought, taking a little step forward to bark in the woman’s general direction. He didn’t dare come closer, in case the instinct was to beat the godliness out of a sickened heathen. He didn’t want to catch some odd illness from the wild woman.