Welcome home

He acknowledged her appreciation of the land, seeing it through her eyes. Walking it could be rote to him at times. The repetition wearing away some of its beauty. He always appreciated the glimmers of how it looked to a stranger. Another wolf, appreciating what he had built from the ground up so many years ago. Much of what she could see had been built by his own paws. Repaired, extended, and improved by members of his pack.

He leaned back, allowing her time to examine the writing on the obelisk, glancing at the gold marking that tipped his right paw. Drawing the edges of it with his mind's eye. He looked up as she spoke, his eyes on the pale wolf, and he nodded. “I came from an empire built on the backs of slaves. I would perhaps even now still be a slave beneath it if it hadn’t fallen. I’ve taken their tradition, and improved upon it. All slaves are welcome within the Armada. It is not the end of their road, but their beginning. A chance for those that have been beaten down by the world to learn, and grow, and build themselves into something better. The only slaves that remain so throughout their lives in the Armada, are those that chose to do so, with no will or desire to improve.” He explained himself, concluding the speech with a raised paw, inviting her to explore the central point of the Armada.

“The packs stores lie in this celler” he explained, patting a heavy door leading into the earth. It was carefully built, and well sealed. A winter storm had forced him to learn the hard way the importance of ensuring a seal that could withstand flooding. “Many of these dens are empty, placed here for guests or newcomers, before they have a chance to pick something more permanent.” he explained, gesting towards the dens. Some dug into the earth, others build upon it.

"Sirius Fatalis"