on time is early

The Warlord found the new healer at the Obelisk, carefully looking through the information there. That boded well. He’d had wolves break his laws before, and it seemed Halo was determined not to be one to repeat the mishaps of others. “Good afternoon, Halo” he said, stepping up quietly behind her.

He shook out his coat, stifling a yawn. The Warlord's days started early, and ended late. The bony form of his distant wife, and the nightmares that awaited his sleeping hours ensured he kept himself busy, but the tiredness struck him when he wasn’t looking.

He shook it off, and smiled at the small healer. “Have you been down to our ocean territory yet? We do most of our warrior training there” he explained, gesturing with a paw for her to follow him.

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