zanshin tactics

Sirius looked at his son, expression heavy with disapproval. He had brought him into the Warlords inner circle, making him party to the man's thoughts and plans. Only for a mulish, childish streak to show itself. To learn that his son would rather bury his head in the sand and let trouble find him. To bring it close to the pack borders, where Hana would be more likely to be drawn into the conflict. Close to his pregnant wife, and the smaller members of his pack. No, that could never happen. He had been given a gift with Hattari, and he intended to make full use of it. Not for a moment did he hear the worry for Mortis in the boys tone. His heir had made it clear in the past that he had little use for his winged brother.

"Very well, stay here, bury your head in the sand. At least hold Hana close. I will take Mortis and one other, and finish this. I will leave no threat hanging over the heads of my people." He said, voice thick with disapproval. Surprise, even, that Azure would vote to remain here, to let his enemy pick the time and place. He raised his head to Hattari, as through to move on and leave his son behind.