All Washed Up

The Warlord looked at his trespasser with a frown. He would not have thought wolves washing up on his shores like debris would be an issue he would have to look out for. But now this had happened twice, and that seemed like a little too often for coincidence. The last wolf had been frightened and demure, instantly obedient to the Warlord. This wolf was prickly and sour and Sirius fought to push back his desire to toss him off the Armada lands. To try and understand that this wolf had landed her by accident and not purpose.

He gave his name to the Warlord now, and it was faintly familiar. He hadn’t interacted much with the wolf, but he had seen him around the Ashen pack back in the old days. “You might remember me better as Deathbelle’s guard, then the Warlord I am now” he admitted grudgingly. “Sirius Fatalis, and we’ll get this straightened out and have a healer see to you” the last wolf had had amnesia and had been able to tell him nothing about how she ended up on Armada shores.

Raising his head, Sirius called out to his lead healer, and knew the man would be along shortly. “How did you end up in the water?”

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