Long Way Down

She did not hesitate to answer his request, describing the way he looked, his arrogance. “Then I would be thrilled to introduce him to his first” Sirius said. Mild, cocky. The Warlord knew his own strength, and sometimes, it could perhaps be said, thought himself immortal.

He lead the small wolf past the Shrine and into the territory of the Tall Grass Plains. The scents of his pack would embrace them both as he lead her the long way back to his den. Walking her past the communal space, the scattering of free dens, the firepit, and the cellar that house their food. He paused and scooped up a rabbit that lay waiting to skinned and preserved, and kept walking.

They moved to the South-West portion of the territory. Where the ocean stretched inwards with a light creek of water that reached all the way to the entrance of his den. The sound of gentle water lapping would greet them.

The Warlord of the Ashen Armada had made his den large for a reason, so he could take any wolf that needed extra guidance or protection under his wing, and bring them into the safety provided there. The entrance to the den required one to push past a hanging coat that kept out the elements. From there it branched into the main area of the den, big enough for multiple wolves to sit, and a door that led to a small cellar. Used for an emergency stash of meat and supplies.

Past that, to the right, was his and Zee’s shared room. One must go past the entrance to this section of then in order to reach the door at the back. The room here had been puppy-proofed, difficult for tiny, newborn babies to wiggle their way past the softly-lined room. The den branched off in a few small rooms beside the pup den, and he lead her into an empty one now. “You may stay here for a time, well I assess the threat to you and determine if your previous master might find you here.”