The thickening smoke had the young guardian extremely worried. Already it had taken them longer than expected to reach the giant woods – quite a sight for the untraveled Vuesain, which was largely overshadowed by anxiety – and Leo had seriously considered turning back, both out of concern for Magg’s safety and what might be happening back home. But his leaders had given him a mission – even if he secretly still wished they hadn’t – and he would feel truly miserable to come slinking home, unsuccessful.

So, they’d pressed on, until finally the fresh markers of wolf could be smelled through the smoke. Leo’s brows arched in recognition, faint memories of the wolves who’d left them filling his mind as they paused at the border. He briefly glanced sideways at his companion, offering a smile that he hoped was encouraging, before tipping his head back and calling for the leaders of Paradise Falls.

Thoughts ”Speech”

It wasn’t long before a dark figure appeared out of the smoke, his warm greeting helping to calm Leo’s nerves a little. He only had vague memories of Jethro from his time at the Cove, a solitary presence, usually in the periphery of group activities. But here, in his own kingdom, the dark man looked confident, even happy.

Leo’s head bowed humbly, voice mostly steady as he answered: “Thank you sir. I am Leo Vuesain and this is Magg Eastfall-Slayer.” He gestured with his muzzle at the yearling, keeping his eyes respectfully directed at the alpha’s chest. Whether or not Jethro recognized them, formal introductions was the proper way to do things, especially when they were here on official business; “We have come as envoys of Sanguine Cove.” His tone remained clear and formal, posture rigid to hide his nerves. Nash and Aquene trusted him to do this properly, and he would!

Thoughts ”Speech”