planning a crash landing

He inclined his head graciously at her words. As a leader, losing a wolf was never an easy thing. That it was something the Warlord could not fight back against only made it harder, but he could not dwell on the loss. He had other wolves that needed him. He shook the thought of Memph from his mind and looked back at Halo once more. She had finished her inspection of the panther and was returning to his side.

She admitted to being a beginner healer, but he could work with that. He needed a dedicated healer in his pack, it seemed to be the rank he struggled the most to keep focused. Perhaps the fault lay with himself - he had always spent his time and energy on the fighting side of training.

“Hello, Halo” he said with a soft smile. “I’m Sirius Fatalis, the Warlord of the Armada. Shall I show you your new pack?” He said, offering his shoulder for the little lady to lean on.


"Sirius Fatalis"