They emerged from the grasses, rising like a spindly-limbed spider from the gold field.
They sounded about as bothered by the spell's bizarre effects as if Harvest were rambling about the weather. Must be nice, he thought.
No other scents of familiarity or voices he knew formed, and Harvest glanced around to a field of...nothing. No kin nearby except his fiance. What...luck. The wolf Harvest was intended to have a strong bond with, who he hardly knew at all.
So it seems. I do hope this is reversible...I wonder if it has to do with the murder.They muttered the latter part of the sentence mostly to himself, pondering the cause of this crisis, before recalling Daryn's own connection to the King.
Ah...apologies. I don't mean to bring up a sensitive subject.
They would bring that scummy slimeball of the King's to justice, enact vengeance, if for no other reason than that was the right thing to do for a partner, he supposed. He couldn't be sure. Relationships with the high families of the Courts were always so strange. Of course, Harvey had had more casual relationships - trysts to pass the time and experiment with their interests. There was no shortage of wolves who wanted to lure the Monarch into their paws, in the hopes of manipulating them.
It was always the Monarch doing the manipulating, though. Everyone saw their young age and pretty face and assumed they were hasty or prone to the pitfalls of emotion.
As if.
Harvey flexed their toes into the grass, pursing their lips slightly as they pensively considered their next move.
I don't scent any other Haven wolves nearby. We will need to search for them and look for more information about this place.They paused, but only briefly. The gears behind their mismatched eyes were clearly churning.
I would prefer to avoid other packs, but we should check them anyway for Haveners who took refuge in their ranks if others were transported here by the spell, and they could be sources of information we couldn't find elsewhere.