The king had made his recovery slowly but surely, relying on his trusted second to fill in his shoes whilst he slumbered and rested through the infection. He had put it off for a while now, wanting to be sure he was truly well and recovered, but now there was no denying that his entire being was screaming "reclaim!". If the encounter with that gods damned trespasser had shown Maksim Baranski anything, it was that he was once again ready to reclaim his crown and throne. His muscles ached to stretch, to wander the borders that were his; to snap at intruders and fend them from his land.
He would not challenge for his rightful position with hatred in his heart. The boy--no, the man--who had stepped in for the agouti Mackenzie had proven himself to be more than capable. It seemed that Lachesis was a wolf of many incredible talents, regardless of the alien beginning to his life. The Baranski father had no doubt that the healer would go on to do many great things for Cut Rock River, and he held a great deal of respect for the pale Arctic-born.
Maksim lifted his head, scenting the air. Lachesis had been here recently, of that he was sure. If there was one thing the regal would never doubt, it would be his nose. Parting his lips and forming a small 'o', the agouti wolf release a call of summons for the young healer. There was much to discuss: the pear-eyed wolf's doings had not gone unnoticed.
we are shining in the rising sun, as we are floating in the blue