they should call me icarus, flying this close to the sun

The Warlord nodded, that was easy enough. If he sought out Mortis, his son would ensure he was kitted out with bedding and anything else he needed. He stood to the side for a moment as his new wolf’s eyes scanned over the obelisk. After a moment, Dream seemed to have memorised them, and promised to remember. “Very good,” Sirius said, and started forward, pausing when Dream asked another. “Our closest allies are the Ashen pack. Their borders are snuggled up against our Western borders. You might find the occasional Ashen wolf crossing over onto our land, and vice versa. Such occurrences are welcome” If poor Dream tried to prove himself by chasing off an Ashen ‘intruder’ then that would be a disaster.

“There are no specific beliefs or religion Armada follows as a whole. You are welcome to keep any you might follow, so long as it does not mesh negatively with the pack.” he considered for a few moments longer, before shaking his head. “That’s about the most of it, and if you're uncertain of anything I'm sure any Armada wolf will point you right.’ he said, continuing a few paces forward. Here was the central firepit, along with the skin and meat he had sung over a rack before answering the call. He stepped to the right of that and lifted open a cellar door. “Here are our stores, new drainage has been dug recently, but remember to always close it behind you. The last thing we need is snow or rain getting in.” they’d already had that happen once. Once was enough. “Those dens there” he said, pointing to a collection near the firepit. “Are empty, if you wish to rest in one tonight before figuring out what you’d like more permanently.”


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