hammered steel & sharpened bone

He leaned back on his hunches and listened as the smaller wolf began to speak. His accented tones rolling easily over well practised words. It was quickly apparent that Sirius was dealing with an underling, to whatever event this man had come here to promote. He had already recently acquired a servant, but there were other goods to buy, and as well as other entertainment that might prove interesting. The Warlord loathed to admit it, but the Armada was running slim on fresh meat. Perhaps there would be flesh to purchase that could fill his ranks. He wasn’t after a servant, but servitute could be appreciated so long as they were also willing to learn.

“And who is this Master you speak of?” The Warlord asked softly after he had heard him out. He would have the name of the wolf that ran these events, so he was not walking into something blind. “I will admit, I am intrigued by what you are offering.”


"Sirius Fatalis"