Hideaway Strath You're slurring all your words

Then he came, a girl in his sights. 

Her coat was sopping, figure buried in the depths of the water. From what he could tell, she was no normal wolf — perhaps not even a wolf at all. Curiosity was present, but quickly shoved aside. This was not why he came. 

You are new. It was not a question, for he knew it to be true already.

I am Arashi, first to tread the flank of The Saints' Warchief. Just like he had done with Sakari, the hound made his place here known. He had no high title, but something more. A history. Fury had been his Queen long before the rest of the lot. They knew Her name, and now-.. now, they would know his.

Your name, Saint? The man pried, eyes hovering from where he stood. He would move no closer. The girl bathed; it would be rude to strip her of what privacy she was owed.