Taking a Leap

The Warlord looked at his excited offspring, and managed to hold in his laughter, shaking his head at the pup's antics, and keeping his attention on the cat. It was clear the two of them knew each other and got on. She had saved Mortis’s life, and now she wanted entry into the pack. As a general rule, he didn’t turn away someone who wasn’t afraid to take on a bear.

The Armada could always use more warriors... the only issue was that he didn’t have a habit of giving other species status. He took and trained creatures as companions. However, he supposed Bast was growing on him, and he couldn't see Zee taking offense. As for the rest of the pack? They would fall in line, he was the Warlord. “We could always use an extra warrior” he said easily, as through he hadn’t just been considering the ethics of giving her the same rights of a wolf.