I'm done playing

The call that rang out across the pack lands wasn’t son to father, it was pack wolf to Alpha. The Warlord raised his head, listening for a moment as the call died out. He looked out across the rogue lands, to the where they intersected with his lands in the patrol he had been walking. He shook out his coat, turned away, and fell into a light jog. Moving quickly towards the beach, and the son that had howled for him.

He found the horned boy waiting for him in a training ring, and hopped the barrier with ease, coming up beside the other wolf. As was customary for the Warlord, he leaned forward and brushed his nose to the tawny wolf's crown. “Kotori” He said , giving the other wolf his attention.


"Sirius Fatalis"