Chess, Not Checkers

The Warlord barked a deep laugh at that - he had kids of his own, he knew what it was like. Not being told ‘no’ was the same as being told yes. At least with the Warlord and in the Armada, Art would be trying it for the first time in a relatively safe environment.

“Asla had a litter of pups recently, and Mortis is falling back into his roles in the Armada. My kids are still somewhat scarce, but they have a lot to adjust to. It's been… quiet. More so than I am used to.” He admitted. Or perhaps that was just life without Zee… He chased the thought away. He saw her, sometimes. But ‘sometimes’ was not enough.

The ground beneath them smoothed out as they reached the well-worn spot of the communal area. He propped open the cellar door. “How is Ulric and the Hallows doing?” He asked as he started to grab out some bedding


"Sirius Fatalis"