no lag on my game

The Warlord made his way down to the beach. His enormous paws almost soundless against the familiar, gritty sand. His eyes drifted out across the ocean to the rising sun, and he considered what he needed to get done that day.

Nearing the barracks, his eyes alighted upon Dream, and he knew exactly what his plans should be for the day. It was time to see how Dream was settling in, and begin assessing him to ensure he was settled at the right place on the pack roster - or to push him to go a little further, if he was up for it.

“Dream,” he called out, urging the boy to come towards him. “Settling in well? Up for a fighting assessment?”