Northstar Vale I've tried turning down the monsters living in my head

Arsenio grinned at the soldier's question. Reyson was always a man who thought of the safety and security of the pack. It was embedded in his bones, part of him in the same way his instinct was. This was the type of wolf that made for a good second in command. It was pleasing that the soldier and Meadow had taken those positions.

All is well, all is well, he assured the stoic figure. There was a mean badger that thought it could get the best of me. It is too bad that it will never have another chance.

A noisy laugh sounded from his throat. Arsenio had always taken pleasure in physical tasks. It kept his body sharp and his mind focused.

And you, Reyson? How are you?