With unsteady thoughts, Nord exhaled. He reached for the telephone on the table and after a few seconds of mulling over the receiver, he typed in a number.
The ringtone was short. Sounded more like a consistent clacking of bells in a short interval. It resonated with his thoughts but in a way that helped to settle the .
He knew what he had to do. It was really that simple. His beast inside of him was agitated. It needed confirmation that things would be well. If only things were the same with how the Wolves operated.
They could discuss with their Soul Bond Wolf inside of them. A sort psychic bond of sorts. It was not the same when it came down to the dragon folk. They knew how their beast was, they could understand the thoughts it had.
That was just it.
Nothing more on having a con
