The Heartwood
The Dirkwood Forest
Waverider’s Watch
Marketday, the Ninth Day of Yrick
Bekkah, Kassia and Broke ...
"Work's not done yet."
Broke was going to be that kind of student, it seemed. The Guardian didn't move from her post, as she watched over Waverrider's Watch.
She stood her ground until the last of those who wore travel cloaks vanished into the woods.
"Now it is."
Broke paused.
"Fair warning, Gramma.
"I am not a morning person."
And with that, Broke straightened her own cloak over her shoulders and with the distinctive shuffle of plate and chain headed down the stairs. At the base of the stairs she was met; first by the sudden appearance of a small form in a black travel cloak. Then a second one, almost as tall but much more lightly built than the pack leader. If their stance could betray anything it was almost as if both the Lil'un and the Bigg'un were laughing at Broke, the taller one actually poking her presumed better.
Which, of course, was rewarded with a cuff. It was not a light cuffing, to be sure, which did not bode well for the High Priestess of Dawnview Temple. Especially the way the two then danced about each other - it wasn't a human thing, Kassia saw. It was very, very much a wolfish thing. Just exactly what had Dayala gotten her involved in?
Out in the fields, the Kassia was able to finally notice a hint of motion. A third Guardian - one armed with a dangerous looking bow - slowly moved to join the others.
Did the four vanish into the Forest?
Not immediately.
No.
They tarried, but it was a slowness with a purpose. Before they left they stopped in at every farmhouse. It was unexpected, a surprise to the Dayalan and only barely remembered by the Atteran. It seems the Guardians looked after more than their own kind; that they were also tasked with the safety of the human villagers too.
The fate of the meat pie? That the Pack would share, that was a given.
What would Kassia find upon the morrow?
That was a most interesting question.