Vallentia

Lucren rose from his bed, and stretched as usual. Dozy steps brought him over to a nearby table, and to a badly needed gulp of water. His gaze flicked around the room, from his dresser to his fireplace, from his sword rested against the wall and the woman in his bed.

Lucren sat down in his home, with his wolf "Sheva" laying across his lap. He was on his bed, and Sheva was sprawled over his bottom half. He couldn't do very much else than scratch and pamper the animal. Though, he just began talking to her. Moreso to himself, but he wanted to talk about it to -someone-!

"That night was one a bitter sweet one. Though if I'm honest what comes next frightens me, even if it is... Very exciting.