*Kiona*

Castor bounds up and turns his attention to the man he had earlier kicked. The rogue has changed into his Wolf, a scraggly black thing. The knife Castor holds is clearly evident as they slowly circle each other.

“Drop it and run”. Castor orders, his voice flat, without sentiment, as though he has tightly bound all his emotions so they can’t interfere and stop him from doing the unpleasant tasks that need to be done in order to survive this. “I won't come after you. You have my word”.

I sense the animal measuring the truth of his vow. How can he not hear the veracity in his opponent's...