Lets see you then

The Warlord had seen little of his newest little grandkids. With the sickness ravaging the pack, it made sense to keep them somewhat isolated. He had glanced in on them in the den, checking to see how the little ones were doing. Now he wanted to meet them in earnest. Get an idea of who they were, and what path they might wish to start down in the Armada. The Warlord loved nothing more than little ones climbing over his thick coat.

He stopped outside Hana’s den, and raised his head, howling for the little ones. He had no doubt that Azure’s companions were keeping a close eye on them. He settled down on his hunches, and waited for the little ones to arrive.

"Speech"