Tall tales

It seemed that Meph was an agreeable wolf that didn’t mind input and a change to add to his skills. So far, Sirius was convinced he was a wolf that would flourish in the Armada. The fact that he had already bested the Warlord - an achievement that put him into a group few other wolves occupied - only added to his desire to keep him.

“Perhaps I can get someone to give you a few more pointers, it’s always a handy skill to have” he added, as he got to his paws with the inclination of showing the other wolf around the pack.

“A den is an easy thing to organise, I have a few unclaimed ones hear near the pack central point, otherwise we could dig one out for you in a place of your choosing.” he paused in the act of moving away from the cellar and deeper into the pack. Turning to Meph and giving him a look that said ‘listen well this is important’ “There are a few pretty slaves currently presiding in my pack. These wolves are not to be forced under any circumstances. Flirted with, or taken to your bed with their full desire and agreement to the act, but never forcefully. Understood?” He warned.


"Sirius Fatalis"