Justice For All Time

It had taken him the best of a day and a half to reach home, and as he trotted in that choppy, rump bouncing gait of the crippled, he looked up to see the walls of home ahead, and a grin passed his features, parting his jaws as he spotted the shimmering white form of his fast-growing daughter, sitting lookout at the northern passage.

He could only spare a few minutes of loving attention for her before he nudged her off toward the den, mind turning to more serious matters as he made his way to a point he figured his prickly packmate would hear him and come quickly, but leave them to speak in private.

He tipped his head back, sending an urgent howl out for Justice. He didn’t doubt Paladin would catch onto that urgency and come, but first, he wanted to discuss the matter with Creed’s only daughter. Out of all of Creed’s children that remained and knew, she had been taking it the worse.

He sat patiently, resting himself. He’d need all his energy, particularly if they moved quickly. He had little doubt the two in the north would scarper as soon as they sensed the impending danger for them both.

Bullies usually turned coward as soon as anyone stood as a real threat to them.