Arkai had never met the Saintess.
He only knew her name and the prophecies she produced. Well, he also knew she'd married the love of her life, the Tiger King's son. She was famously generous and wise, with the face of an angel, or so he'd heard. A perfect, distant figure in a gilded southern cage.
The reason for his trip south this time was actually because of her. Or rather, her prophecy from a year ago warning of continued assassinations among the southern beast lords. Thanks to that, he'd had a hunch the culprit was one of his own estranged, outcast ex-members. A loose end from his own pack, staining the wider world.
Feeling responsible, he'd decided to go and check for himself, while making some connections and trade with the south. The Weregator Lord had accepted him kindly, and he'd gotten acquainted with the newly settled Werehorse Tribe too. It wasn't at all a bad trip, even if they hadn't gotten to the bottom of it yet.
