Welcome home

At that, she earned herself a warm look from the Warlord, who dearly loved both his children, and his grandchildren. If the rest of his days were spent buried beneath grandkids, he would be happy. “Basilisk, Levi, Calypso, Makara, and Morgawr. They are my newest grandchildren. I’m sure you’ll see them soon enough” he promised as he walked through the stream beside her. The water that barely lapped past his paws soaked her legs a little. The riverstones settled beneath his weight as he reached the shore, and raised a paw outwards.

“Here we are,” he told her “Home” the long grasses of the plains spread out before him, and he began to lead her towards the central location of the pack. “My laws are written in stone, you’ll have plenty of time to familiarise yourself with them. I value loyalty and integrity. Hard work is rewarded, and all healers are granted a patch of land to garden and tend to” he said, giving her some of the highlights as they arrived at the Obelisk. The towering stone had the pack laws engraved onto its surface in bold strokes. Beneath them, names of those that had fallen were written and remembered. He brushed his paw across one name in particular, Resin. lingering for a moment before he shook himself off his melancholy and turned back to his newest wolf. “Take your time to look through the rules, and the fire you can see glowing behind the obelisk marks the centerpoint of the pack. Our stores and visitor dens can be found here. It’s also the place I host meeting” he informed her. Giving her a chance to take it all in.

"Sirius Fatalis"