Don't Panic

“Uncle Frostbite.” Tyranis greeted, more than a little surprised to see the older male again. As the grey male arrived he realized his association with the pack had gone past his uncle’s authority; the male that approached smelled almost exactly like the scarlet woman he had met at the tar pits months ago. He tipped his head in greeting to the other male and the small group was soon joined by another male, only a few months older than himself.

“Greetings.” Tyranis replied politely and then answered the male’s question; “I hadn’t intended it to be, but if all goes well it seems I will in the future.”

“I am Tyranis Wreckage, the leader of Dauntless in the North. I came to discuss terms with the leader of this pack to establish terms.” He explained with all the prestige of a politician.

“Specifically, I came to discuss the possibility of an alliance.” He said an intellectual smile growing on his features as he did. “With my uncle holding a high rank within your pack, I am more than happy to establish a healthy relationship between our packs.” His smile grew and became gentler as he spoke of his uncle while his tone remained diplomatic.

Tyranis had no idea his uncle’s rank was only temporary and that the male was simply holding it for the much younger wolf behind him; but it wasn’t likely the Lightning King would break an alliance he desperately needed over simple logistics.

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