The warm evening air gently fluttered Lucius's hair. It was looking a little shaggier than normal lately and he found himself getting slightly annoyed by it. However, he had yet to do anything without the approval of Kalliope who threatened to stab him if he 'ruined his beautiful hair', or something like that.
He agreed to not touch it without her around even if it had started to bother him. Thoughts of the rambunctious wolf threatened to pull the corners of his lips into a smile, but he held it down in order to focus on the task at hand.
Rumors of the strange guardian of the city's lord had been circulating as of late. Due to the locals' fascination with the person, it was impossible to tell what was truth and what was simply a result of exaggeration. There were only a few facts that were known for certain.
