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[Wolfbane]

Wolfbane couldn’t quite decide if Loess in summer or Loess in spring was his favorite. He loved the winter season because it kept him confined to the hot springs and gave him reason to travel further south for vacation, to the Pampas, and anytime he needed a true dose of Autumn he could head west to Sylva, but something about the way Loess flourished in the spring and then cooked in the summer made his love for the kingdom grow fresh each year.

The errant spring storms were over now, and the hot sun gleamed full and bright in a nearly cloudless sky as he walked along the eastern border where the red stone spires cast long, cool shadows across the scorching earth. His hoofbeats were muffled by the mixture of sandy grit and dry soil, each footfall stirring up a small cloud of crimson dust as Wolfbane trudged along the beaten path, rock formations rearing up into the heavens on either side of him. A few hundred more feet to the right and he’d be toying with Hyaline’s border; he could see the faint hint of green on the edge of his vision when he turned to look.

How many times had he flown this way, walked these trails? Now Pteron, his eldest son, walked them as well. Things had changed in his absence, but lately Wolfbane had seen the necessity of those changes and had come to appreciate them.

Castile was the King the Southlands needed right now. These days were not days of peace or quiet, they were fringed with worry about the plague. The most Bane had accomplished was leading his followers to the safe zone when the sickness first spread, and Castile had brought them (plus some) back. His duty was to his family now, which included the dragon-King, and he would do that by hunting down Wyrm and training for his challenge with Vulgaris, whichever came first. It was why he’d taken to walking the patrol instead of flying - he would build and tone muscle that’d been neglected in his time away.

Ahead of him, the hazy vision of an off-white horse came into view. With so many new faces coming to inhabit the once quiet kingdom, Bane couldn’t say that he felt surprised to see someone wandering out so far, but he flared his wings as a white, symbolic flag all the same and stretched his legs into a rolling trot that sped him onwards towards the stranger.

Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands

Wolfbane

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