ORIGIN

"Valkhound," he echoed, feeling the weight of the foreign word on his tongue. The word we tacked on gave him pause, and finally he had a definitive answer. Did she mean something by emphasizing valk, or was she simply drawing a distinction between what she was and other types of canines? She certainly didn't look canine. But he'd promised to get out of her way now, and so he dipped his head again. "Thank you, Isra."

He forced a smile, and turned then to leave -- not just the palace, but Cepheus altogether. He had a feeling she wouldn't want him sniffing around more than was strictly necessary.


/exit tahi-shei