Found a Way

The Warlord vaguely recalled the children he had seen running amok by her supporters. Her own? He understood what a handful a couple younglings could be. “I’m sure they are causing him no end of grief” he said lightly. Taking note of where she said her new pack would reside. Alias Island. He had never been there, but he knew it was up just past Abaven. He made a mental note to head that way at some point with a welcoming gift.

“I’m sure you have much to do in that respect. I remember well how long it took to get the foundations set up for the Armada” and it had changed much in the many years since then. “In that regard, would you tell me a little more of your pack? What do you and yours believe yourselves to be?” it was important to have an idea how his neighbouring leaders considered themselves. There was the possibility of friendship between them. If he was just Sirius, he would already consider Manea and Alastor friends. But he was the Warlord, and he had to ensure their beliefs could coexist with the Armada.


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