...look into a wolf's eyes. You'll never be the same again.
Sah glanced up at a familiar voice, flipping the piece of wood over to conceal what was carved. When he recognized Deimos, he relaxed but left the mural face down. The Sword wouldn't judge him, he knew that. Especially not over something like this. But it was something personal and his emotions felt a bit too raw at the moment to share.
Gesturing for Deimos to join him if he liked Sah nodded, "I'm alright." Sighing he ran a hand through his hair, "Just a bit on edge. Whatever is in the air at the moment has me in an odd mood." The Abandoned didn't yet know about Safrin but there was an undercurrent of something. Something had changed and he didn't know what.
"How are you?"
Gesturing for Deimos to join him if he liked Sah nodded, "I'm alright." Sighing he ran a hand through his hair, "Just a bit on edge. Whatever is in the air at the moment has me in an odd mood." The Abandoned didn't yet know about Safrin but there was an undercurrent of something. Something had changed and he didn't know what.
"How are you?"
Sah
