In the land of Octant, a distant place far away from human civilization, there exists a kingdom of werewolves. And in this magical kingdom, resides Orion, a Priest in training, practising for a very important occasion that is coming up, the coronation of their king. There, he meets a wolf who seems a little too familiar as pieces of his past gets brought back up as the days go by. Who is this mysterious wolf? Why does he feel such a strong attraction to him? And, what really is the story behind the incident that tore half his face off?
Oh, hello. You suddenly disappeared and I grew slightly worried. Don't take this the wrong way though, I am not saying that I missed you, I am just saying that suddenly going quiet like that without any warning, and for as long as you have … I do not particularly appreciate it.
Please warn me next time, I would appreciate it … to prepare myself … mentally.
"Is this the one we are looking for?" Comet said, walking to me with a bunch of herbs in his hands. I just stared at him blankly, trying so hard not to frown.
He is a capable person, I know that he is a capable person. But it is times like this when I wonder whether it was wise to bring him along with me, even though it has been a couple of days.
"Comet," I said, exasperated. "You …"
"Hm?" He turned to me with a tilt of his head and his eyes almost seemed like they are trying to plead with me. But that is not going to work for the thirty-fifth time … I think.