meeting the warlord

Hika gently laid out the bits he had to work with. A winter rabbit’s pelt, a couple strands of leather, and a pendant. This wouldn’t be his best work, he had no special companions or appendages to help, but he had a good idea and he was going to make it work. With his clumsy paws Hikaru took the rabbit pelt and began to fold it in place.

About that time a looming figure appeared, Kaiyo brightened considerably as he thought he was looking up to Mortis. He all but wagged his tail before the voice threw him off and he realized this was not the son, but the father. Sirius, the Armada’s Warlord. Hika’s expression changed swiftly, but he managed to keep the disappointment from his features. What remained was a polite grin as he bowed his head respectfully. ”Yes, sir.” He answered without hesitation. Suddenly very aware of the fact that so far, Mortis was the only one to have uttered his first name. "The Warlord, Sirius?" He returned the question.

Not trying to be disrespectful Hika swiftly finished the critical fold in his rabbit skin over the first of his longer cords of leather.