lost aggressive youth

It wasn’t terribly strange to find the wolf out in the night - considering night was all they had had for so long. It was good to check in on him however, seeing how he was covering, and where he was at mentally. The Warlord cared for all of his wolves, and it had pained him to see any of them suffer as they had.

The boy's commentary was bland, and uninviting. It gave the Warlord pause, and he considered him carefully. It was true that many of the injuries his wolves had sustained were not all visible. “Indeed, I’ve never been happier to see the sun” he agreed softly. “What brought you out here, Grim?” he asked finally, having an inkling that not all was well with the boy.


"Sirius Fatalis"