Wheeling Gull Isle i hate the air he breathes

His face soured.

Mereo, in the mountains on the mainland. He gave a little sniff of a laugh, tucking his front paws to his chest.

My father. Hes imperator, leader of Mereo. He will not look for me, he will think me an abandoner of my post. He has other things to worry about. A pretty new wife and more sons, no doubt. Washing the remnants of his old life out the door.

Aquillius was suddenly so tired he drooped a little.