Night had come quickly for Ares, and as swiftly as it had come, it had disappeared. Ares' dreams were filled with darkness. When he awoke he was slathered in sweat and he had been laying against Lana so the warmth of the sun was nothing compared to the warmth of an oxwoman.
For the first time in some time he felt much better, not quite being able to take on the world, but close to it. He rolled away from Lana and then stepped out into the light, looking around the area. He could see that the soldiers had begun training in shifts, and though he felt like he should walk up to them and join in, he knew Lana would give him a talking to. Instead he took a walk around the outside of the fort, and then inside to check on the refugees.
Wolfen approached him once the wolfman had seen the walking King.
"You have welcomed humans into your city?"
"Of course, Rivea is open to all."
"Humans as well?" Wolfen sucked in air through his teeth, narrowing his eyes.
"Humans as well." Ares nodded.
