meeting the warlord

When Zee had come to bed the night Hikaru had joined, the Warlord had gotten the rundown from his Queen. Mortis had a friend, Zee had accepted him, and he was to be nice! Queens orders. He was interested in the wolf Zee had accepted. The last time she had made the choice, it had been Tamysn, and she had been wonderful for the pack. He missed his friend, in fact.

As he made his way along his patrol route, crossing near the ocean, he caught the scent of this new wolf. Changing course, the Dire trotted along the fine sand of his beach territory. Passing by the training rings used for practice bouts, and bringing the wolf he sought into view. There he was, lying in the sand, tinkering with something. “Hikaru, I presume?”