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The warlord Jaskier and Count Amon wandered silently across the devastated landscape on the edges of Vektren’s territory, surveying damage and looking out for any traces of those lost in the flooding. They had been picking their way through the land in this manner for some time when a shape caught the warlord’s eyes, he stopped and focused on it, Amon dutifully stopping at his shoulder and following his line of sight.
A wolf.
Not any of the missing Vektreni, an outsider wandering dangerously close to their borders, looking… lost. They spared a glance at each other and then moved to approach.
The pair intercepted the stranger in a grove of thicker undergrowth only to find it was no stranger at all. Not particularly familiar, but recognisable as one of the Aryn wolves they had fought with in the war, although he looked significantly worse for wear - his fur dirty and matted with mud, looking like he’d weathered the storms out in the wilds with no shelter at all, and his eyes were almost blank, confused and drifting.
Amon and Jaskier shared a concerned, inquisitive look with each other, both surprised at this development.
In a whisper, Jaskier inclined his head toward his companion and gave him an order, “Go, find out what happened to Aryn and then report back. I will guide our lost pup from here.”

Amon nodded, following the warlord only as far as revealing themselves to the stumbling Arynian before slinking silently away to begin a swift trek to Aryn’s territory.
Jaskier stepped fully into the light filtering through the branches as he spoke, “Greetings brother, you seem lost, do you need guiding home?”

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Collab with speckledplanet and KingWolfInk ! King sketched/lined, Speckled did flats, and then I finished it up for us! Lit is also by King.

Description

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The warlord Jaskier and Count Amon wandered silently across the devastated landscape on the edges of Vektren’s territory, surveying damage and looking out for any traces of those lost in the flooding. They had been picking their way through the land in this manner for some time when a shape caught the warlord’s eyes, he stopped and focused on it, Amon dutifully stopping at his shoulder and following his line of sight.
A wolf.
Not any of the missing Vektreni, an outsider wandering dangerously close to their borders, looking… lost. They spared a glance at each other and then moved to approach.
The pair intercepted the stranger in a grove of thicker undergrowth only to find it was no stranger at all. Not particularly familiar, but recognisable as one of the Aryn wolves they had fought with in the war, although he looked significantly worse for wear - his fur dirty and matted with mud, looking like he’d weathered the storms out in the wilds with no shelter at all, and his eyes were almost blank, confused and drifting.
Amon and Jaskier shared a concerned, inquisitive look with each other, both surprised at this development.
In a whisper, Jaskier inclined his head toward his companion and gave him an order, “Go, find out what happened to Aryn and then report back. I will guide our lost pup from here.”

Amon nodded, following the warlord only as far as revealing themselves to the stumbling Arynian before slinking silently away to begin a swift trek to Aryn’s territory.
Jaskier stepped fully into the light filtering through the branches as he spoke, “Greetings brother, you seem lost, do you need guiding home?”

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Collab with speckledplanet and KingWolfInk ! King sketched/lined, Speckled did flats, and then I finished it up for us! Lit is also by King.