Wash Away What Happened Last

The Warlord caught sight of a shape as it staggered to its paws on the lonely stretch of beach. It was some distance from his training barracks, and his people often only came out this way for fishing. He knew immediately that the wolf was not one of his own. The pale tone stood out to him, and he frowned heavily as he changed his path.

Jumping over the small bank between the plains and the beach, he trotted down the sand towards her. He was not quiet in his approach, leaving subtly behind him as he marched towards her. “You! This is Armada territory, what are you doing here?”