Kreios
wildcat of the falls
Chidlren are not yet a common sight in the Falls, so the high chatter of youth is a surprise that I am moving toward long before Anahi calls for Ygritte and I. I make my way through the kingdom more quickly once she does. My heavy body is unnaturally graceful as I trot forward on clawed feet.
I see the flowered head of Ygritte a bit away, and by the time I arrive in the clearing, a flaxen yearling is speaking to in the midst of the four females. They are a pretty sight, silhouetted against the burning autumn leaves, and I hear the chestnut ask to speak alone to Ygritte and I. Anahi seems somewhat reluctant to leave them alone together with Ygritte, so I let out a low whicker to let her know that I am here, and that I appreciate her bringing the two younglings.
“I’m King Kreios,” I say as I step forward, pressing my shoulder affectionately against Ygritte’s mahogany side. The more talkative filly seems to defer to the bay yearling, and it’s not hard to deduce that she views the girl as someone important. Perhaps she is, I think, but I do not recognize her. “What can we help you with?”
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god