The trip was a fairly long one from Kingsbury to Anathema. Jazper had left early in the morning to in order to guarantee that this venture would not last longer than the day. There was still plenty of work to be done around the fort but he was positive that Anann could watch over things by herself, she was a more than able she-wolf. It would take some time for the small pack to get the fort fully back to it’s original state, saving the houses in good condition, burning the others. Winter would be upon them soon, already the male could see his breath most mornings. Soon enough they would be forced to abandon their daily work on the village and Courthouse to gather food for the winter.


Approaching the boarder of Anathema the giant looked around. He wore a backpack concealing the gift he had brought for Naniko. They had not seen each other since shortly after she had been kicked out of Crimson Dreams but the coal warrior still believed her to be a good sort of women. Perhaps she didn’t always think right but she cared about her friends and family as much as any other. Releasing a howl the new alpha called to the Anathema leader. He had intended to come to visit anyway but her unexpected visit to Casa di Cavalieri had pushed him to come as soon as possible. It was clear now that other packs were starting to notice the new boarder; he had scented various canines along the boarder this morning. It was not a surprise to see that other’s were curious but he hoped they would be left alone to their work for the most part, there was just so much to do. Already Anann and Jazper had decided it was best to visit all of the other packs with gifts of peace; it was always a good idea to start off on the right paw.

The four year old had never quite master the skill of sitting still. In fact, part of why Casa di Cavalieri existed was out of pure lack of discipline for sitting and waiting. Jazper had always had to be in control of his surroundings and every time he waited at a boarder he felt stuck in time, like nothing was moving forward. With so much to do there was no time for waiting like this but he did. His large feet dug into the earth and played with the cold grass between his toes. The ground was become more solid with the frost.


The warrior hadn’t seen Naniko in years. She had been a total mess when Savina and Anu kicked her out of Crimson Dreams. Although he cared for the white wolfess he had been busy with his own life, and she with hers. He knew that she had founded a pack to the north called Anathema but other than that he knew nothing of her life the past couple of years. Had she found a new mate, had pups? Questions rattled his brain as he waited for the wolfess to appear. Would she forgive him for not coming to see her after all this time? A guilty knot tugged at his stomach, she’d forgive him, right?


An alert voice called out from behind one of the little hills. The warrior couldn’t help himself at the sound, Naniko, It’s me. The soft Scottish accent became a little pressed in his excitement. Large tail started to wag happily behind him and his ears perked. Standing tall he stretched to look over the hill, to no prevail. Suddenly though the white wolfess came into view. Remembering his composer Jazper tugged his tail a little lower, though it continued to wiggle regardless.