“Stole my fucking dog,” Caldris said, but his voice was laced with humor. I could hear the taunting smile in it, and feel the way he did not fault me for the theft. “You cannot steal what was never truly his,” Fenrir said, though his voice was sympathetic. A wolf belonged to no one, but our bond had the potential to eclipse the affection he and Caldris shared for one another. “Do not worry for us tonight. It is I who must worry for you always, Tempest.”
