grand lotus

Iroh was always pleased when he could offer another wolf a sip of tea, he didn’t know why but it made him feel accomplished. Maybe it wasn’t their favorite thing, but sharing a drink went far to create social bonds. He needed to brew tea for the pack more often. ”Spending so much time with Phyrrhic as a kid helped.” He chuckled lightly, blue and levender gaze on the coals of the fire. He lapped absently at the hot liquid, slightly taken aback at the compliment. He could wield a teapot in many ways, and the time he’d put in training with it paid off at the raid.

”I’m always taking suggestions. Not everyone’s weapon of choice is a teapot.” He couldn’t help the nervous laughter as he looked back up, humbled to be recognized. Iroh was confident in his ability, but unsure under Eligos’s sharp gaze.