Carve your own path

Sirius was at the opposite end of the pack when a call came up for him at the border. It sounded like a joining call, but no matter their business, Azure needed more training in dealing with politics and non-Armada wolves. As he began to pick up his pace and move towards the call, he tossed back his own head. Calling to his son to join him at the border. Azure would know it was not optional, and he knew his boy would be there soon.

He slowed as he neared to give Azure a chance to catch up with him, so they could arrive at the border together. Side by side with his near-equal sized, over-grown son, the Warlord would come into view. “Hello there, I am the Warlord of the Armada, Sirius. This is my son and one of my heirs, Azure.” he introduced them both.