left the nest

The Warlord had just finished congratulating his wolves, throwing a party in their favour, with all of the Empire invited, of course. The win was for both packs, as it would have been no matter which side had come out on top. He would still understand Venom’s frustration, knowing she had wanted the win. He would have been happy to see it, too, but the Warlord would be true to himself. When Venom won against, she knew with certainty it was because she had earned it, not given it.

He found his young, once-apprentice after she had summoned him. “Princess” he said, smiling at the thought of the same title he had once directed towards her mother. He kissed the brow of the slightly smaller wolf. “You guys fought fiercely today. Who didn’t show?” he hadn’t missed the fact that they had arrived one less than expected.