teacher of the ages

He had spoken to Deathbelle about his pack - about the warrior heavy side of things, and his lack of teachers. It had been here, clever Empress that she was, that had suggested Eliphas. The lost lamb that had joined the fold of Klein royalty in the Ashen Empire. He had been an interesting wolf to talk to, and it was easy to see his strengths lay more in lecturing then fighting.

He found the Albino wolf with ease, flagging him down with a fanged smile as he came closer. “Eliphas, settling in well?” he asked conversationally as the Warlord settled himself in beside the man. As always, he was more polite to a Klein then to a stranger - so long as that Klein hadn’t bullied Zee.