Night was young, night had just started as the quietness reigned over the creeks, over the cascades. The moon still not on it's full height strayed to bathe the place with silver light rays, making it look a bit magical in appearance. But did a wolf it didn't have much difference between other nights. Dunkan never had an opinion over something maybe others would find something beyond what it was. He had to patrol the area so there was not time to contemplate the escenario. He had more important things to have his mind into.
He walked slowly as his blue eyes scanned the place, in alert as he has to make sure nothing was out of place. He did this to still providing for his daughter, this job was all he had to do so. And thus he always did his best to do his duties beyond good, they had to be perfect.
He walked and walked, before deciding to have some sips of water. And since Yue place was full of places to drink he didn't have to search too long and now he drank water. Still keeping his senses open for trouble.
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Artemisia
Narrative. "Dialogue." 'Monologue.'
