Tall, Grassy and Rainy

The Warlord had been careful and precise with his movements, he hadn't inflicted anything but minor, superficial damage. Despite this, the wolf collapsed in his grasp. He must have felt their scruff a little too tightly and cut off too much airflow. He released the Fireside wolf and crouched down beside them, checking their vitals as his son fought the smaller wolf. Steady breathing, and little to no damage. This fight wouldn't leave anything lasting on this this - except, perhaps, a lesson. He hoped. "Good job Azure, fine fighting" he complimented his son as he surveyed the two unconcious wolves.

"Check your wolf for damage, do you know how to apply minor healing?" He asked, as Bast obediently trotted up with a kit. It was hardly a healers touch, but it didn't take much to slap on a pre made salve and bind the wound, which Sirius proceeded to do. "Let's drag then across the border and see what they were doing stalking around tha Armada" he said, gently gripping his downed wolf and dragging her out of the Armada.

He wasn't a complete monster, even if he did value his packs privacy. He stuffed a pillow under the wolfs head and leaned back on his hunches. Expecting Azure to do much the same with his wolf. "This wolf is from Fireside, you know about their attack on Ashen? How much intel do you think they got on our borders?" He said, turning it into a lesson as he looked at his boy.