ruled by secrecy

He chuckled softly, the anger still there, and simmering, but he was able to put it aside in favour of what he was deciding. He tweaked her ear with his teeth, easy to reach with his superior height, leaning over her slightly, possessively. Their greatest insult had been in the disregard they had shown to Malalia, a wolf they called friend. Their second was to Hana, who was his, and by association, the Warlord. He had done them a favour, and this was how they repaid it. He would ensure they paid it in full himself, doubly so. They should have treated his diplomat at their border with respect. Refusing to do so would proof a gave error on their part.

“Keep this between us Hana, I’ve some plans to work on. For now, tight lip. You went to Valhalla to tell them Mal was missing, as our diplomat. You did that, and came home, end of story.” He explained.