Ana-Mizuki

Ever since Geier had dipped his claws into pack politics, as lightly as it was, he had been blessed by the Trinity. Come lies, cults, sickness or even the sea itself, Namün would survive. He wasn't so sure about it now. The wolves who came before had predicted what was to come ages ago. Atolli and the wave, two things utterly impossible to predict without divine blessings. And now, their writings predicted it would all be over soon. Back before Anselm became the Chancellor, Geier had accepted that he would die eventually. That was the truth of Namûn; everything died. But now, he had friends, he had faith, and he was now a Meister. All things he had never thought he'd had. Mist, he had not even considered wishing for them. Why would he? He was the wrong child, the too chipper idiot who was not even worth his parents' attention. Now, he truly knew why other wolves feared death. It was to lose everything they had built. And now, it wasn't just Geier who was going, but

The roar of the crowd rang in Hel's ears. She lay on the ground, pretending to be dead as her opponent looked victoriously at the audience. “And as you can see, even in the darkest of nights, Vora's light will defeat the false sun!” the announcer crowed. Hel would have rolled her eyes, if it hadn't ruined the scene. Let Pierre have his moment in the sun. That's what all of Volaires wanted, after all. Once the crowd had dispersed, Hel got up and shook her fur. A few bruised muscles was fine for such a good show. She was good at playing the bad guy, after all. She was about to leave, when a very familiar scent hit her nose. Count Loïc. Hel stopped, ears low and waiting for the Count to speak his piece to her. Whatever it was about. The paint covered wolf circled in front of Hel, tilting their head. “What will it take to get you to Cadres?” Loïc asked, harrumphing. Hel's ears perked and she blinked. She forced her ears back down and her