Attention!

The Warlord continued to stare at the rising sun, impatient and tapping a paw as he tried very hard not to dwell on what he had just witnessed. He knew Art and Briar were a couple, they had announced it as so to him and her mother. But this? He considered Briar and Art both to be adults. A product of the last six months, grown more than they should. But they were still just yearlings.

He didn’t change his gaze from the sky as he heard the barracks doors open. There was a grimace on his maw, and then Art was asking him what was going on. What was… ah… right… yes. The disaster.

He turned back to Artorias, keeping his gaze on the blue wolf. “Yes. There has been an incident with the pack stores, and with Winter looming upon us... I want you to go to the celler and start an inventory of everything we can salvage. Do a quick scan first, so you have a rough estimate to bring to the meeting. Briar, I need you to…”

...err.

“How old are you again, Briar?” he asked instead, turning his gaze now to his daughter.

"Speech"