I’m gonna be fearless

The Warlord laughed softly at her suggestion, and ruffled the smaller wolf's ears with his paw. “Don’t you worry about that, as your leader it’s one of my pleasures to outfit my wolves in whatever way I can.” He told her, stubborn as a mule. A small yawn escaped his lips and he shook his head , glancing at the collected cypress cones and his wolf. “Come on, let’s stick these into your den, well we can find out if my trader is still over at the Stone Steppe”

He glanced around, looking for Marshal, and found the bird seated high in a cypress tree. At this nod, his companion spread his wings and took off.