The start of something new

His grin at the sight of his almost-daughter was a true one. It stretched across his maw with mirth as he stepped forward, closing the gap between them to nuzzle the side of her cheek. The Warlords life had been a tourmal of late, but perhaps there was nothing quite like a scheme to quiet the inner raging of his heart. He had a plan, students to acquire. Teaching had long been the Warlords calling.

“Indeed, I’ve come to you as the Armada Warlord today.” he teased her lightly. “I have an idea in mind, to bring together promising youth from the packs that we are allied or friendly towards. Those that are likely to be in leadership positions when they are older. A chance to teach them together, and build friendships, so that our alliances might outlive us.” there was a ghost of a smile on his lips. The Warlord had little care for alliances in the past, so why now? To offer this as a gift to Art, the son of a wolf he loved and lost. An experience he would need in the future. For the Armada, whose heir had once been a certainty and was now cast into question.


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