Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf never dies
The tournament was to begin tomorrow but for tonight, Sah was focused on his quest. It was a full moon, and he couldn't possibly let the opportunity go to waste. Not when he was in Torchline and Safrin's shrine was there. Upon arriving at Aumaku, he had first entered the shrine. Placing an embroidered and fur-lined cuff down, he had bowed his head. "Safrin, thank you. I hope that I make you proud tomorrow."Now, he found himself relaxing in the shadow of the lighthouse with the moon shining above. Lilly and Pad were curled up in the grass beside him, the silver wolf's head in his lap as he lazily stroked her ears. In front of the trio lay a blanket where his armor lay in the direct moonlight.
Tipping his head back, Sah's eyes traced the stars above. It was quiet, apart from the gentle lull of insects and the crash of the waves below. The Wild Thunder stiffened as one of Pad's ears flicked and the wolf lifted his head to stare into the distance.
