What in the world is going on

Winter was known for having shorter days and longer nights, but this was becoming something else entirely. The strangeness in the air was undeniable, and it left him with a sour taste in his mouth. A worry for the whole of the Armada.

The Warlord slowed his pace as he heard the footsteps of another. It took only a glance to see the equally tall form of his co-alpha approach him. He offered the young wolf a small smile. “Of course, Azure, what can I do for you?” he said. No doubt Azure’s need would be either pack related, or to that of his upcoming litter. Either way, the Warlord was all ears. He had come to a stop by this point, his attention on Azure.


"Sirius Fatalis"