Answaen didn't need to ask in order to know where her Master was. This close to him, she could feel the echo of his blood singing in her veins, and her feet followed a familiar path through the winding passages of his home without the need of a guide.
Along the way, she passed by the corridors that led to her 'sibling's chambers. It had been over a century since she'd seen any of Shubnalu's other progeny, and none of them accompanied their Master now, but soon, she imagined, it would be time to come together again.
The world outside had begun to change as rapidly as it had when the ice withdrew, and with that change came people who aspired to power they could not be allowed to hold. The time to hunt would come again, and the world that had forgotten who saved them from the ice would come to fear the Fangs of Death once again.
