Mated to the Night Wolf
he yells, "I demand to be served with dignity! A sauce perhaps! A squirt of lemon!"
I drop him into my pocket. And he grunts, fighting against the fabric, "to the pot then?" he cries.
I hush him quiet.
"Kayos, there you are! My favorite Arc."
The faerie immediately stops moving, as the scent of the Arc, becomes stronger. I roll my eyes, turning to look at Vaeln.
"And...you've returned," I mumble. How unfortunate.
"Indeed," he grins widely, "Gail is here too. Safely tucked beneath Aleya's wings where I know she's safe away from your claws."