Chess, Not Checkers

Art was quick to respond to the Alpha. The growing lad put his diplomatic knowledge to use as he explained what had brought him out here early, and explaining that he had brought a gift from the Hallows. It wasn’t every day that a gift was brought to the Warlord, and the idea intrigued him.

“Sounds lovely, Art. Perhaps after you're settled we can camp out in the barracks and try one of them together. Does your mother consider you old enough to drink?” he glanced at Art with a grin and a raised eyebrow. He was an adult in so many regards, was he still treated as a child in others?

The two of them made their way to the packs central location - Art’s earlier arrival meant the Warlord hadn’t had a chance to send anyone down to the barracks to restock its supplies yet.


"Sirius Fatalis"