Doves and Empress's

The Warlord's eyes trailed over that of his Empress, first student, and almost-daughter, the soft growl still sitting like poison upon his tongue. Keeping her safe would always be important to him, despite the distances from their dens, and the separate worries that plagued their days. They were kin, both in the rolls of leadership, and in that they were family.

As she told him what hurt her, he frowned, and let his eyes triail slowly downwards, shifting one paw and then the other. If she expected him to beat the earth, it might seem for a moment that she would be lucky, but he did not lift his paws. He realised then that it was almost a year ago exactly that he had suffered a similar wound, dealt by unsure footing.

He nodded his head softly as she told him that her wolves kept her busy. “If you need for anything, call for me.” He said, and meant it, as he always would. As for Hattori - “I am glad he is your wolf, he gave me a timeline warning and helped me ensure the safety of one of my own.” His knowledge had panned out, and it was a strike in good favour for the Empire, looking out for their sister pack Armada.