what's the rock cooking?

The Warlord nodded gravely at the young girl. “I believe you can” he agreed. She had already endured more than she should have had to. “You may. Of course, there is also the matter of a lesson. Crossing a pack borders can not be taken lightly, the both of you will be doing some chores to make up for it, but we can work that out tomorrow. Bas, head home. Think about what you’ve done” he instructed the boy, adding a soft growl to his tone. He watched as Bas hung his head, bumped Hazel gently on the shoulder and mouthed an apology to her, before scooting around the Warlord and taking off as ordered.

“Come on Hazel, let’s get you settled in” he said, stopping forward to grab the coat they had used in his maw, pulling two corners together and turning it into a bag to hold the food, before turning and heading out of the cellar. Expecting her to follow.

He lead her towards his den, which sat on an inlight with a small bridge specifically designed for pups to play on right outside the door. “Zee, you in?” he called out as he put his burden down and turned back towards Hazel.


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