The wolves lay there sprawled out beneath the trees, their sleek fur sticking out like a sore thumb. Some dozed with ears twitching, while others gnawed on the bones of a fresh kill, their muzzles stained red.
The trio looked at the wolves and glanced at each other, seeing Luan grin so broadly Kian had a headache.
This young lord loved fighting way too much; he almost missed serving the lord's mother, who always stayed back and ordered the knights and servants to do all the fighting.
But Luan, he was the complete opposite, jumping headfirst into dangerous situations and even using himself as bait.
Kian nodded at Kafele, and the two grasped their weapons tightly, waiting for when Luan would recklessly jump in.
Luan looked at the two yawning; seeing them grasp their weapons, he tilted his head a little. "Why are you grabbing your weapon?" he asked, not caring about the pack of wolves just ahead.
