A lot of fear and a little love

He gave Naiche a moment to process through that. The possessive Warlord liked to hold tight to those he let himself care about. Was Naiche willing to give a little bit of himself to the asshole king?

Sirius shouldn’t have thought twice about it, Naiche’s loyalty was unshakable. The mossy wolf filled the silence with a soft thanks. Simple, sincere, and honest. “It is indeed” Sirius agreed softly, reaching forward to clap Naiche over the shoulder. “And the same goes to you, for you are mine. ” he gave the smaller wolf a sly grin then, as he settled back onto his hunches. “But if you ever intentionally hurt Asla, you’ll wish you’d walked away.” He trusted Naiche’s loyalty, but it still had to be said. Asla was also his His first born daughter, and Reaper to the Armada.


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