“Everyone move aside, move aside, let her speak!” Romo snarled, causing everyone but the little one to slowly quiet down. “Now, what happened, young one? What did you see?”
Still sniffling and whimpering, the winged wolf pup, through a combination of words, whimpers, and growls, explained what she had seen. She was clearly still learning Banal, the common language used by many of the nations of Irkalla.
“It is okay, little one...” Seating himself, he reached through the bars, petting her head. Wiping some of the soot from her face, he leaned in closer. “Tell me, what clan are you from?”
Sniffling, she did all she could to fight her own tears. “Clan…clan…Clan Twin Wings, s...s…sir.”
Chuckling at her, Romulus had an idea. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t quite hear you. Where did you say you wer
