Pounding the gears

Tyranis had taken the concept of owning those that were far too weak to fend for themselves from his father, it pleased him to know that others welcomed the concept. Abaven had never considered owning slaves, they had been far too accepting of the natural weakness of others to believe that some wolves had a right to others.

“I accept you into my ranks.” Tyranis said boldly, his golden eyes still flickering with bloodlust from their kill. Erövrare was growing strongly, it wouldn’t be long before the pack was raised and they took the south. “In a few days I will raise the pack on the battlefield, meet me there and bring your mouse. You will see your fellow packmates and together we will hold claim in the south.” He paused then “But I warn you-“ He said softly, suddenly deathly serious “Erövrare is not a pack you can simply use as a guard to do as you please, you will have to reciprocate and defend others as well.”