Fangs of Vargr

"We are going to have to choose a leader for this rag tag group of ours." Leon Vergil said to Ky Shin. "Correct, but I think the clear choice is obvious." Ky retorted back as he looked at Kanon Sokolov who was enjoying a smoke by the faint light of the moon. 

He exhaled the smoke as he exhaled it after it touched his lips. The joyful and always comedic Commander now had a tinge of stinging pain in his face. Much like a wound that has not and will not ever heal with time. 

"You seem kind of down, Kanon." Leon said to him politely as he and Ky Shin walked towards their Commander. "Eh. I am just worried about the others in Solstice. I do hope Reno and Sanya are able to make it." He replied. "Where are they now, anyway?" Ky wanted to know.

"They both stayed behind but promised to come here to the Holy Nation State in order to regroup with us. Let us hope that they will keep their promises and make it out way here alive." Kanon said with a hopeful smile.