Trim the thorns

Siriuis gave her a crooked grin, and reached over to ruffle the fur between her ears. “Hey, trouble” he said in greeting as the young Koi appeared before him. “Flames? Why, when have you ever had to put out flames for the Armada…” he teased, before getting to the point.

“Tyrian, you know him, don’t you? Well, there's been some trouble between his pack and ours. His wolf snooping at our borders, and I interfering with force. But, I’m wishing to put that behind us in light of the things happening in the world. I think communication between packs will be important. With that in mind, I want you to go to Ty and ask him what it will take to put things right between our packs. I’m willing to offer resources, and manpower. I can spare Mortis” he laid it all out for her. He needed his diplomat, and it had been a while since he put her to work last.


"Speech"