"The scouts have returned, the scouts have returned!" exclaimed a rather eager Flying Wolf as he rode his way through Rivea. He eventually stopped ahead of Ares, saluting the King in time with his wolf. "The scouts have returned, Ares-kin."
"I heard," Ares said, though he was a little confused. He hadn't sent off any scouts, not that he recalled.
Ares was just about to speak with the Reptai, with the dawn sun strong and bearing over Rivea with it's warmth. He threw a look to Rori, who merely nodded his head.
"As you had left on your journey west, I had sent Beor off with his warriors to scout the surrounding area, seeing to the various villages and such," Rori said. "I was uncertain when he was to return."
"I didn't hear of this," Ares replied with a raised brow.
"You had gone through so much, I had thought that the matter was unimportant to bring up to you due to all the stresses you had currently faced. I am sorry if I have wronged you."
