Ares had fallen asleep quickly in the arms of Lana. His dreams were as soft and gentle as her bosom, though by the time he had awoken he had long forgotten them. There was the noise of a commotion outside, and when he heard Torak's voice, he willed himself away from Lana with little effort and leapt out into the light.
His sudden appearance had caused a hush to take the beastfolk, who stared at him with weapons in hand. There were a large swath of them, oxfolk and wolffolk, but there were also some catfolk and bearfolk sprinkled in as well. "I hadn't expected to face so many of you in the morning, would you mind if I had a bath first?" Ares asked as he eyed up the beastfolk. Almost all of them were quite young, but then a familiar face was caught out. When he saw Mala in the crowd, he relaxed and then narrowed his eyes. "What do I owe the pleasure?" He asked quite generally.
