[Saturn]

Having finished his work for the day as a less than prominent servant for the reigning King and Queen duo, Lyre wandered his way back towards the unimpressive home he shared with his other. It was much smaller than the large castle he was used to toiling at, and to top, it was settled right on the line of the slums and the middle-class races. It wasn’t a bad house, no, but the area itself was crime infested and had plenty shady characters. Lyre did his best to make it inside quickly; meandering about after the sun set was stupid, and anyone who didn’t engage in devious behavior knew better than to hang around the streets during the evening.

Upon entering, the lithe werewolf plopped his belongings down and off to the side. A hand lifted to push through short, silvery curls, and green eyes fell half-lidded in a tiresome way. Lyre huffed, a short and curt sound, and then continued further into the home. “Aye... are y’home?” he called out abruptly, searching around for his significant other along the silence.