"So do you have any news?" Allias asked once Theseus stormed inside their room. The elf King was sitting on their bed, tapping his foot on the shiny floor while he bit his fingernails. A few hours had passed since Theseus had sent his scouts and there was still no word.
He was supposed to be resting. After everything that had happened and the incident with his arm he was supposed to have a very slow and peaceful return to his duties but as it seemed not only he was being pushed brutally into action in his kingdom but now he would have to help the wolves too.