Meals on Wheels

The Warlord appeared shortly behind Io’s husband, looking over the marginally smaller wolf at Resin. He offered the wolf, who he had, mentally at least, begun to call ‘Grandmother of his children’. Mother was still rather a large step he had not taken. He had no memories of his parents, and the idea of taking on another so late in his life felt strange.

Echoing Roan’s sentiment, he took a seat nearby the older woman, and nodded his head to her. ”Your in charge” he directed, not wishing to take the eyes off her well thought out plan because he was the Warlord. He waited for his Warrior to instruct the both of them in what she had done, and what her great hunting plan with a twist was for the day.