Tall tales

Heading to the Armada border, he found Meph to be a wolf of good spirits and equally good humor. He laughed again, finding it coming easily to him, even as he bled. “Small, fierce, and horned. “ He described his wife. “But if she sees you, it's too late. You're already a dead man.” His lips twitching again as he wildly exaggerated the danger.

They reached the Armada lands without any issues, and glanced at the familiar tall grasses. “So, this is Armada. Still interested in taking a look?” he asked, keen to take on the reddish wolf as a member. He was a good fighter, and charming. He knew he could make use of his skills.

"Sirius Fatalis"