this wolf wild heart was not made to surrender

Ah, this one - always so scarce with words but full of thoughts, like still water running deep. Ludo played with the trinkets left for it as Melita apologised and asked her questions, a rag pushing feathers about to make some sort of pattern. “Do not be sorry for me, it said with a simple shrug. “I attempted to upset the balance more than those above me would have wanted. I realise now that there may be more at play. Glancing up, it’s porcelain mask glinting strangely as it beheld the honeybee girl, it almost seemed to smile. “I advised those who would asked for tasks to destroy the Ascended parasites.” LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own