This was a stupid idea

This time when Azure looked to him, Seer motioned for him to wait. Eligos had stopped the hate spiel and made a request that the Warlord found strange. A season of employment for a year of peace? So long as Aeries made no i'll move towards them, the Warlord was getting the better part of the deal. If indeed he found use for the man. He could use the manual labour on some projects he had jingling through his mind, but did he trust his enemies on his pack lands?

But all that aside, the offer was not the part that caught the Warlords attention. The Aeries leader spoke as if his death was all but a certainty. “Are you expecting your death, Eligos of Aerie?” he asked softly. There was still disdain between them, but the Warlord had a soft spot. A weakness for lost causes. None of that showed but for a farrowing of his brows in question. “Are you in need of my protection?” he asked, his voice still soft as he met the glowing gaze of the dark coated alpha.
"Sirius Fatalis"