and so from the ashes

Magnus had returned, Resin was splitting. He had decided to rekindle the Reaper challenge and would be announcing it soon. The Armada felt like a busy place, but the Warlord still felt the aches of his losses. A part of him missed the simpler time of being no more then Deathbelles guard. Another part of him knew he would never give up his people, not for the world.

He stood on the border of his pack, lost deep in contemplation when the sound of Venom called for him. He shook off his melancholy and knew pack business awaited him. He got to his paws, and started off at a light trot towards the border between the shrine and the grass plains. He found the young leader there, and offered up a smile to thr wolf he considered daughter. Even if thinks between him and his mother had gotten strange. His initial desire for Venom to be his blood had settled into a soft, protective and proud feeling towards her. "Venom, what can I do for you?"