Tithe

Tithe heard the call at the border, his ears twitching in interest. It was a tune signed to Daenerys, but he was curious about the business and nature of the call. Since he had come to the packland he had felt a strong sense of loyalty to the alphess who seemed to have saved him. For too long he had been a slave to himself, lost behind the shield his life had caused him to forge. He still wore the armor, like the grey that covered his face and his body. It was the loyalty he felt to his queen that very nearly made him forget that he had almost sold himself to the plain wolves, once again giving in to an ambition that had not been truly his own. He had stepped foot in Asteraia, spoken with the rulers there, and had felt his soul shatter to smithereens before he had been stolen from the wilds and brought to the mountains. In the time he had been here, he felt his wounds slowly heal, he had started to feel whole.

Now he moved through the cliffs and rocky trails of Spirane. To further his loyalty to his home he had taken up the role of emissary, one he played gladly and with honor. It was his self-sworn task to ensure the safety of his pack, be it through allies or enemies. Drawing closer to the one who sent the call into the air, the big grey and black wolf voiced his own greeting, welcoming him to the mountains. Once he was in sight, Tithe slowed his pace and approached, his nose flaring to pick up the scent of the stranger. Steely grey eyes blinked in surprise at the bombardment of information he received. His paws slowed more, his approach became wary. This wolf smelled strongly of the plains, the very place Danny had asked Tithe to investigate and speak to wolves from the pack. The place he had come so close to calling home before being stolen away. What was more curious to him was this man smelled similar to Pandora, the woman who had stolen his soul.

His eyes locked onto the stranger. Suddenly this meeting was far more important than a simple greeting.

“Good day.” The knight greeted with his cool, smooth voice. An subtle smile lingered on his maw, and he sat before the visitor, body calm and relaxed, though his eyes were wary and ready. “My name is Tithe. What brings you to the mountains?”