"Good morning. You called for me?" A certain werewolf stepped into a room, his cold demeanour and expression are enough to send chills down the spines of anyone else in the room with him.
"I did." An unfamiliar wolf's voice came from the darkness, its glowing brown eyes hardly gave much away about its appearance. "I am impressed you came so … slowly. When have you ever been this tardy?"
"I had other things to do," Altair said, sitting on the ground and crossing his legs in front of him. "Do you honestly think you are so important that I will come the moment you call for me?"
"Yes, I do." The wolf said with pride in its voice. "After all, you know what you and I are doing is not a simple fling."
"Keep talking like that and have all the people think that you are some kind of lunatic," Altair said dismissively, leaning back on the wall behind him. "What do you even want to talk about with me to call me so early in the morning?"
