Rattleskin Redoubt picea

He would go to end his time with the Circle wolves, and Aquillius felt a tinge of regret. They had been kind to him in a time where kindness went over his head, when he spiraled in delirium.

He sharply nodded.

I will leave as the sun sets. He began to trot past his father, before he stopped, as if overcome by a sudden urge. He twisted his head enough to move the blinded eye in what he thought was his father’s direction.

Be careful. A pause.

Please. Then, he picked up the pace again.

I will wait for all of you in the Hinterlands.