A Warlord's Welcome

Her smile flickered out, like the last embers in the communal fire pit, when all fuel had run out, and nothing remained to hold its spark. Her answer was hesitant, and uncertain. He did not think they would come looking for her, but the chance was still there. He was surprised to learn that it was her own father that had hurt her, but he let none of his thoughts show. “Very well. If they come seeking you, it will bring them nothing but pain.” he promised her. He took the safety of his wolves seriously. She was no longer her own. She was his, the Armada’s, Zee’s. She was a piece of a whole, and for it she was granted safety and love.

She continued to show him her scars, and he moved closer, carefully, so not to startle her. One giant paw raised, and touched the last scar carefully, feline claws unsheathed to touch the raised skin of the scar. “You are my wolf now. No one will ever hurt you this way again and live.” there was finality to the words, and a touch of anger. He could only hope he and her father crossed paths.