Don't go breaking my heart

The rash and often violent Warlord wasn’t always gentle, but his children saw more of that side of then anyone else. With great relief, he wrapped his arms about Briat, and brought her in close. Breathing in the scent of her, which was mixed with Asla and Art and the Hallows, as well as pack.

He laughed softly as she knocked him with her antlers. He was well accustomed to them - a thought that came with some sorrow - and knew how to move around them. Once he had adjusted himself so he wasn’t about to get skewered, he pulled her fully into his arms, wrapping himself around her and holding her close. “I’m here.” he agreed softly. “Tell me everything you’ve been getting up to. I want to hear it all.” it was good to hear her voice, grounding.

"Speech"