Hassar Fire Emblem Romane & Geschichten

He took a step back toward the path, measured and casual, the way you move when you don’t want to signal fear. The wolf circled. Cut him off. “Okay.” Aaron raised his hands, glancing toward the path where his friends had been a moment ago and were no longer. The ravine was suddenly very quiet without the speaker. Just the water, and the wind in the trees, and the sound of his own pulse. “Look. I don’t know who you are. But my father is Harold Mortem.” He said it the way he said everything — with the expectation that the name would do the work.