with one headlight

A soft, content sigh escaped him as the titanic brute let himself relax in the presence of his Empress. He was relaxed enough to speak to Deathbelle about anything, and there was much he had not told her of late. Too much distance had grown between them, and he felt both were lacking in news of the other. He had heard from Zee who had been told by Io that Death had been attacked by Coyotes, and he did crack an eye to see if he could spot any scars there claws might have left in her.

“It definitely stalled, I need new members, and have not been able to recruit well I was laid up. I’m, desperately hoping the new season will give us the chance to move to our new lands, and with it a new influx of members” he explained. The Armada was still very small. An intimate, closely knit pack of just family thus far. He was going to let Poem go home, he had not been successful in molding her, and hadn’t put as much effort into that as he had wished. The damn leg had set all his plans back. He hoped to bring Banshee’s training forward, and mold that woman into a fierce fighter.