Make Way For Young Blood

"Why, Magnus?" Sirius' voice did anything but surprise him, he knew the man would be upset by this he just hadn't thought much of it. To be honest, he hadn't even considered leaving the Armada until Asla's call. Others approached, eyes on the them both but Magnus knew they weren't here for him. They were all here for Asla - another reason she deserved the rank. No one congratulated him on his rise, but Naiche was quick to offer his word for Asla. It didn't matter, though, and he just had to keep telling himself that.

He considered keeping Belle's pregnancy from everyone, though he couldn't find a logical excuse that would explain. Instead, a sigh left his lips and he turned his gaze to Sirius and Zee. "Deathbelle is pregnant." He left it at that, allowing everyone else to fill in the pieces and see that this was not only the best for him, but also the Armada. They needed someone who would be around more than he could be now, so Asla's timing was impeccable.

However, it would seem that despite forfeiting his rank, he would still be expected to fight for one reason or another. Asla's words went left unanswered as he waited for her move. He didn't want this. Honestly, in the time spent mulling over the thought of being a father, he was beginning to see himself change. No longer did he want to fight and prove his strength and worth to others. He'd already proven himself to the only wolf that mattered now. Sure Sirius would likely be disappointed in him, probably even mad, but he couldn't expect the man to understand. He hardly knew of his life before the Armada, but Magnus wanted to be different than his own father was. Magnus wanted to be around.

When Asla leapt and reached to sink her teeth into his jaw, he did little in the way of stopping her. His feet planted and he didn't allow himself to be toppled or moved, but he refused to let the teeth piercing his flesh bother him. She pushed into him, against the force of her grip on his jaw flesh, and he moved just enough to break free from her jaws, tearing the flesh as he did and letting blood spill down the front of his throat and chest. He had no intentions of hurting her, but reached to grab her scruff anyway. If they were both going to get what they wanted, then it had to at least look real on his part.