Trim the thorns

The world was going to shit, and petty disagreements suddenly seemed a lot less important to the Warlord. The pirates partying in the land next door - daft, but inconsequential. Pyrs wolves dancing along his border - aggravating, but insignificant in the new grand scheme of things. With that in mind, Sirius had begun to build a plan. Based entirely around Azure’s suggestion of bringing the packs together. A meeting they would be calling soon.

The Warlord did not believe that Pyr was likely to attend it as things stood. Would Sparrow? He was just as uncertain about her, but sending Hanako that way seemed foolish at best. Baby steps, he would reach out a paw to Pryralis first, and see where that took him. Sitting by the firepit in the gloom of the day, the Warlord raised his head and called out to Hanako.


"Speech"