First blood

He was surprised that Zee did not immediately call him a ninny. Her respect for the Empire had definitely waned of late. He felt a small pang of sadness, knowing his part in that. He huffed, and reached over to lean his muzzle into her cheek. His anger had not dissipated, but it was immediately more managle in the vicinity of his touchstone.

“One of the younger Princes - the one with the half black/ half white body attacked Sedna in rogue lands unprovoked. Ripped her up pretty good. I want to head over there and drown him in the ocean. Unless you think that's a bad idea?” he said dryly. He didn’t care how young the wolf was. He was clearly old enough to do some damage to his adult warrior. He equally wasn’t afraid to mess with Armada wolves, throwing a spanner in the delicate balance that existed between the two of them. If a wolf on Seer’s side had done the same, the Warlord would have ripped them of their rank and perhaps torn an ear off for good measure.