Difficult as it often was to find time alone, every star-filled evening was a godsend. The warchief’s tasks always took up so much of the days, and he revelled in the time spent dedicated to his place in Vektren-- but sometimes he could wish only for the silence of the night and the talkative stars above.
This night took on a different shade; eyes long adjusted to the deep dark of twilight, it wasn’t a chore to sense the bright ivory pelt of another wolf approaching in the periphery of his vision. A huff, quiet and impatient, expelled from Heel’s nostrils in expectation of some request or report or another, but instead of receiving Kiero as a charge, the warlord simply stalled his greeting, flicking an ear to acknowledge his presence and welcome him to speak.
-Enjoying the silence Chief?
Kiero had spent the last two night strolling a