Strangers When We Meet

He needed to leave, he needed to do it now, before Azure saw his tears. His heir was alive, and had come home to him. “The Armada is not the strength it once was.” he admitted grudgingly. The only able bodies were Asla, who had recently birthed pups, Naiche, whose small body would not keep up with him, and Mortis. The rest had left, or made themselves scarce, and Mortis would be capable of what was to come. “That is wise, Azure. Rest, the pack needs its heir back.” He said. Racing forward almost absent mindedly, he kissed Azures crown like a blessing, and then he was gone.

Putting the full force of his body into his stride as he tore across the border and out into the world. Running with all the brute force of a Warlord, even if endurance wasn’t his strong suit.


"Sirius Fatalis"