Leukos
We reached Marosh by dawn.
By the time we crossed the strongholds by the entrance of the camp the entire army was screaming about my return. Soldiers started jumping in elation while I rode further inside the camp. The sound of voices carrying out my name passed from mouth to mouth. The people of Maccana came out of their tents crying and calling for me in their pain. Wolf’s absence affected all of us. He was the very spirit of the desert, the strength of these people and whom they turned up to in times of struggle. My own eyes were full with tears when our group made their way among the streets of the camp and stopped by the principal tent where Wolf had raised our home months ago.
It wasn’t Wolf the one who received us, but a gloomy looking Talon. I’ve never seen hi
