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The Warlord’s increased patrols left him pacing the Armada borders more often than not. Agitated and weary about the strange events going on both in and out his pack lands. How did one protect their people from a threat they themselves didn’t understand? His agitation grew as he prawled carefully through the long grasses. The light of a fire catching his attention easily, and he changed his course.

He was sure the fire was lit outside the den of Sedna, and moved to check in on the other woman. He found the grey clad wolf sitting in the direction the smoke blew, and he settled down near her. “Cold?” he teased lightly, the ton giving away little of his own worries.


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