A lot of fear and a little love

“Walk with me” He ordered Naiche, getting back to his paws as he began to move through Armada lands. He didn’t have a destination in mind, buthe found it helped to jostle out his thoughts if he moved while he spoke.

He waited a moment for Naiche to comply, nodding his head as the brighter-toned wolf pointed out that the fact they were Asla’s mattered to him. His loyalty had always been absolute - to Sirius, to the Armada, and to Asla. That was why, of all the wolves, he didn’t mind terribly that Naiche was caught up in all of this. He needed those wolves with a strong sense of loyalty beside him. Now, more than ever.

He liked and respected Naiche, but the two of them weren’t often sentimental to each other. Loyal, certainly, but sentimental? “Naiche… You’ve been a part of the Armada a long time now. Loyal, dedicated. You're a part of this family, whether or not those kids are yours.”


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