Reluctant patience

“Your a monster” he teased, gripping her right horn gently in his saber fangs and giving it a playful tug. “Telling me those I am sworn to protect got injured without me” he sighed, looking down at his cast-leg. He had managed to mitigate much of his frustration after the first few weeks of being laid up, but hearing of the troubles Death and Io had encountered did make his frustrated. If he had been out and about, and nearby, he would have ensured neither got injured.

“If Deathbelle was badly injured, you would be at her side, not here, but I will go and see them both as soon as I am free” he said, frowning down at his leg some more as he contemplated the full range of issues related to the injury. He was a right fool, and he wished he had avoided the injury, as he has wished every day since it had happened.

“Alliances… I suppose every pack needs them” he said, just so long as the packs didn’t go expecting hand outs from them, and nor would he ever take pity from them if they were in need. The Armada would be strong, and alliances would be political and nothing more. “The offer of training might catch some ears, and those that flock to strength will come once our pack is better situated.”