planning for the future

The Warlord nodded his head at the mention of the long night. It was likely an event that would would have rippling effects through all the packs for a long time. "How did Abaven fair through it?" He asked gently, wondering if she had lost wolves as he had. He thought of Memph, the wolf he had lost, and the two newer recruits that had fled in the light of uncertainty. His mind also wondered down the thoughts of those that had been scarred, mentally and physically from it. It had been cruel to them indeed.

He turned his attention back to theory as she mentioned news. He was surprised to are she looked rather excited by it, and offered her a smile. Perhaps something good had come from all this? She mentioned Abaven turning onto a school. The pack had always been neutral, and the Warlord had been fond of its leader for some time now. He nodded his head slowly, considering it. "A school, that might be interesting to see indeed. Perhaps it would even go a long way to healing some of the acres left by the disease. Yes, Theory, your school has my support. So long as we are allies, I'll come to your aid" he promised her.