Balanced, as all things should be

The sun broke across the horizon, and the Warlord watched it for a moment. Witnessing it with his own eyes, as through he scarcely trusted the existence of the sun. It wasn’t the first day the sun had broken the night this Spring, but he diligently watched each one. He watched it a moment longer, and then fell back to his paws, sniffing the cool spring air.

The Warlord had much to accomplish, now that the illness no longer wracked his body. There was hunting and foraging to organise, training to continue. First, he needed to spare some time for one of his daughters, who’s outburst needed addressing. More than that, it was clear she had a desire to learn, and he would need to balance a punishment with a reward for her persistence.

Standing in the lightly damp grass, the Warlord raised his head and called for Aris.


"Speech"