It Means No Worries

He returned to the Armada, more sore of body, but more peaceful of mind. He had not intended to use Art as an outlet for his suicidal tendencies. If he had been functioning and thinking he never would have gotten that far. Grief, apparently, was blinding. He had recovered enough to limp home to the Armada, leaving behind the two wolves who had done much to patch him together again.

He needed to see his kids. He knew that he had been terribly blocked off to his children, but looking at them all he could see was Zee. it hurt, but it was not fair to them.

Tired paws brought him to the Armada borders, and he raised his head as he crossed over, calling out to Asla. His Reaper, who was proving her ability in that role every day. The two leaders needed to catch up, and he wished to see his daughter.


"Speech"