Talking to the Moon

Cole sat on a well-crafted mahogany chair at the top of the balcony joined to the Lycaon king's chambers. Structures of this nature were difficult to build into the circular nature of the Great Arena but a few still stuck out… just like the one that he now had the luxury of using.

The king stared into the sky, his thoughts wandering aimlessly in his mind. Thoughts that were his and his alone. Blocked from the comforting mind link, free from any manner of eavesdropping.

Well, there was the wolf at the back of his mind that never once let him feel lonely… as well as the multitude of voices that swarmed within his mind oblivious to his all-listening royal abilities. Being able to keep his thoughts to himself while still paying attention to the general moods of his subjects.

Such was one of the many luxuries that came with being king.