The Direwolves come at night. Whenever that is.))
There was silence for a moment as Plexus returned Avis's smile. The silence was rapidly growing more and more awkward, so he said, "Wanna play Marco Polo?" in an attempt to diffuse the tension. Treading the water, he waited patiently with bright eyes for her reply.
Imbrus came to a stop in a grassy clearing. Bright red flowers bloomed everywhere. He collapsed in the field of poppies, the sweet aroma of the poisonous flowers wafting around him. Bees buzzed lazily in the late afternoon sky, and he began to grow sleepier and sleepier. He shook himself awake and stood, dusting pollen off himself. Imbrus knew about poppies and their narcotic poisons. Still weary, he moved to a different part of the clearing and sat on a big flat rock. Poppies or no, this was a nice little place, if a bit exposed, and he was gonna stay here for a while. Maybe sleep until evening, so he'd be rested when the wolves came. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but none came, so he simply lounged on the rock.
