Emberwood right here is where my friends they used to live

Last post for me! So sad to leave :( they must reunite someday!

"Soldiers..." Val muttered under his breath, the word both enigmatic and new to the Sveijarn who had not yet spent much time on earth. He wondered how different Lucius' home was compared to Duskfire; how much harder life had been for the Romans compared to the glacial pace.

How his reveries were cut short by the sudden halt of his company. Lucius informed the boy they had arrived though the wood still looked foreign to him. Valtýr was not yet skilled in many things wolf, especially understand borders and scent markings. After all, he had not traveled far from the den because of his parents' orders.

The child gave a small, albeit hesitant, nod of understanding and looked into the night. He would have to continue by himself from here on out. Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like a strange wolf in their home... even if he had saved the Sveijarn from certain death. Big, brown puppydog eyes looked back to Lucius -- to the wolf who had done so much more than the pup could realize. The man offered a few eloquent words of encouragement but Val could only think to mutter, "t-thanks," in response before waking with a nervous and stilted gait into the unfamiliar kingdom.