Today was a regular day for this royal wolf, he walked through the commoners, his eyes scanning and making sure everything around him was safe and taking care of. Mikhail’s days after war were peaceful, maybe a little too much for a wolf who gained his reputation due to his brilliant mind.
Still he knew his assistance were required in Highvalley, not in battle, but here in the comfortable life of a royal. The wolf walked with a slow pace, his head high as his face showed suspicion and a seriousness that could make anyone back away or very uncomfortable (For the ones who did not knew better).
After looking around he (Unfortunately) came across a wolf well-known for him, he could distinguish her coat being hugged by the sunshine and her delicate features looking at nowhere.
He rolled his eyes and elegantly passed by her side, “Good evening Lady Quilo…”. He said. His voice sounding as polite as possible as he stopped right in fro