This was a stupid idea

Eligos greeted him in turn. The Alpha had changed since they had crossed paths last. Gotten a little taller, gained a set of horns. The Warlord could almost believe he had come here to mend something. If he hadn’t opened with insults, derision, and contempt. Instead, it seemed the hatred from their raid had only grown. The raid in which The Warlord had kept careful control of his wolves, and the Aerie wolves had attempted to disfigure and maim them. Despite that, he had felt a little bad for picking their pack. They were smaller then he had realised, ill equipped to defend themselves.

He should have taken offence to the man's words, but he was still the same desperte man who’s pack had fought like the Warlord intended to take everything from him. The Warlord still didn’t know what he had come here to achieve. He offered nothing, reminding the Warlord that he was available to the highest bidder. Even if there was not bad blood between them, he would take a contract against the Armada if someone paid him. He was a man with no scruples. Had he come here for the ego boost? To lay into the Warlord with his bitter anger?

His son turned to him, and the Warlord nodded, interested to see how the hot headed youth dealt with this. Once, he would have been weary, certain he would have to hold Azure back. But his son had grown, especially now that he had children of his own. “The Champion and I are of the same mind on this.” Azure had said much of what he was already thinking.

"Sirius Fatalis"