"Is something wrong?" Altair asked as I sat down next to him, placing the boxes on his lap as I began opening on first.
"With me? Why would there be something wrong?" I asked, carefully undoing the lock and spell on the box first, before it finally opened.
Altair and I are outside, getting ready to eat dinner. He came in a couple of minutes ago, walking in as I was staring out the window at the moons.
I noticed him the moment he entered and turned to smile at him, though a look on his face told me that he seems to know that something was not quite right in that room.
But there is no way that he would know why. Even though Enchanted Wolfs are something different from us, normal wolves, they are almost at par with the other five top wolves.
