Hey there, bright eyes

It didn’t take much convincing for Sirius to follow his General from the pack lands. Her rise in ranks was well deserved, but measured up also to the respect he showed her. She had earned her stripes in the Armada, and her voice mattered to him. The idea of his wolves training beyond the safety of the Armada concerned him. But, he trusted in Tamsyn, and after all, they were training them to fight for themselves. A group of training Armada warriors was something to leave others to fear.

“A far cry from long grass and shifting sand” he agreed easily, nosing through the trees and streams with a critical eye. He appreciated Tamsyn’s time in ensuring the warriors were trained in different terrains and situations. The last raid still left him with gritted teeth. The Aerie wolves had been out for blood. He might have found some respect for them, fighting with all they had to defend their territory. Only, the Warlord hadn’t been there to take anything they could not do without. And one of them had tried to take the entire tail off his very young child. There was a certain code of honour he operated under, and they had broken it. He would never find respect for those wolves, and wished them ill. He shook his head, clearing the thought, and looked across the land once more. “I believe this place will do well.”