Stone Circle And you can play this at my funeral

It was not long after the call rose on the wind that a large, ruffled man stepped forth from the darkness. His coat was a pale gold, ears, paws, and tail tipped with black as though they had been dipped in ink - his eyes burned a fiery amber, and they flickered toward the traveller with silent questioning. It was understandable that he did not recognise Soltero, for the boy did not recognise him either; he only knew of him through stories woven by his mother's words, not the sole memory of their only encounter before, when he was just a babe.

"You are Mawk?" The deep voice pondered aloud, though he knew the answer before any reply could have been spoken. "I bear news... and a small request." His head dipped again, though eyes of apple green glittered in the light, for there was much to speak about, much to share between the two men. "My name is Soltero."