Speak the truth, even if its hard

The Warlord’s possessive nature would never allow those under his protection to be harmed. They were his, and therefore it was his utmost duty to care for, train, and protect them. That was the difference between himself, and the wolves in Tam’s lives. If he had known the extent of what she had gone through in her past, perhaps he would have been more careful professing his possession to her. Or perhaps not, it wasn’t in his nature to hide his nature.

“Good” he said simply to her words. She had worked her way up, and deserved the post. She was now his highest ranking wolf outside of Zee and his heirs, and was proving herself to be a post he could lean on. Both physically, and metaphorically, it seemed.

He chuckled at her words, but didn’t protest. “Alright,” he agreed, and proceeded to lean more heavily on her. He was braced, in case she toppled over, but otherwise, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily, as through sleep claimed him.