Heres whats to come

The Warlord made his way towards the beach, looking out across the clear blue ocean, and the open sky dotted with the occasional cloud. It was a fairly nice morning, despite the chill of winter and the salty wind kicking off the sea. He paused for a moment by a cypress tree, leaning against the trunk as he admired the early morning view.

He let himself have the moment for a time, and then sighed, pushing off and trotting further off the beach. His paws slightly damp from the shore that had risen and lapped lightly against his toes. As he arrived at the familiar barracks of the pack, he raised his head and called out to one of his sons, summoning Azure to him.


"Speech"