I'll kill you for dying

The Warlord tossed and turned uneasily in his bed. Heart sore and weary. Paws still muddy from where he had planted the flowers, throat still tight and raw from the emotions of the loss. Another loss. If Sirius could make his wolves immortal, and tie them to the Warlord, he would. Without hesitation, without a second thought. He would bind them to him, now and forever. Never again would another wolf leave, as Naiche had left him. Naiche had been one of the last wolves left to him from near the beginning of his reign.

With the heaviness of his emotions, and the restlessness of his body, he did not expect to sleep. So it was some surprise to him when he did drift off, and open his eyes to another world entirely.

"Speech"