Silver Creek hermae

For the barest moment his surprise flashed in his dark eyes; Makhai could never quite get used to the notion that The Umbra paid him any attention at all. His expression quickly fell back into practiced stoicism, but his thoughts lingered there. They were wolves fashioned into weapons, both of them, but made for such vastly different purposes. One wrought in the shadows, one crafted to burn like the sun. Why should his Queen-sister's protector notice him at all?

Makhai was nearly grateful when The Umbra went on with a question of her own. Mm, he thought a moment. Quiet. These woods haven't housed wolves in some time, I'd wager. A blessing for them, perhaps.