Chapter 3
After a good oras or so, we finally reached the den.
"Moons, I can finally get some decent sleep. I'll sleep like a madala in winter, owls know I ought to... But, of course, gotta be on my guard lest Skorr ease my pain" Tyrik grumbled, heading back down the trail. "Stay here, they'll only hunt you down should you not".
Despite my deep hatred of The Legion, I felt sympathetic for Tyrik. He seemed different from the other wolves, kind and misunderstood. Could he be a prisoner or war too? In any case, his injuries as well as Roku's and my own, worried me.
"No, you need to rest" In some ways,...
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