By the crackling fire, the king's men watched their roast. A whole wolf thrown directly onto the flame, its fur now charred and its belly stuffed with dried herbs, then sealed with steel threads. A gathering of four hooded men who barely knew each other's names. Or at least that should've been the case, but a father and son duo had broken protocol and travelled together on this mission without telling anyone else.
The truth, however, has a way of finding its way out into the open, and when that happened, the quiet amidst the darkness quickly turned to the group's first disagreement.
"To think our group leader is the one breaking the rules…" Biting the insides of his lips, one of the men stared at the father. His face illuminated with the warm glow of the fire, neither remorse nor anger, but a look of pride as he glanced over at his son.