Student of the Warlord

The small, fierce warrior joined him at the border shortly after. He grinned across at the girl, admiring the thorns of her porcupine armor with a careful brush of his paw. A good creation, fierce for a small warrior. He kissed her cheek when she leaned against him.

He looked upwards at her question, but Marshal hadn’t returned yet. “Come on,” he said, gently pulling free of her and moving across the border. Immediately, the sweeping trees above plunged him into shade. “Have you visited the soulless forest before?” he enquired as he pulled away from the Armada. “Marshal is scouting for something to kill as we head there.” he explained. Not having an exact answer for her, not until Marshal returned with news on what he might have found.