Found a Way

“I see” the Warlord said naturally. On the surface, her beliefs didn’t sound dangerous, but they did seem to stray rather close to the ‘Fallen God’ where the wolves believed they were descended from this god and believed themselves to be stronger and better for it. He decided to keep it in mind for now, but not let it overshadow his opinion of her. So far, she had shown herself to have integrity and respect for those around her. That in itself was a far cry from the wolves of the Fallen Empire. “Thank you for the explanation.”

She seemed surprised in his interest, and perhaps it had been a strange question to ask - but it seemed important to know the wolves you shared the world with. “When I first started to make the Armada, there was a pack of wolves that called themselves the Fallen Empire. They believed that they were descended from the Fallen God, and were therefore more worthy of ruling than any other wolf. If they had had their way, instead of their two key leaders falling into a volcano…” -he cleared his throat, torn between mirth at their ending, and sorrow for the pain that had put Deathbelle through - “Then perhaps we would all now be slaves to them. You never know what peoples beliefs are, and what they might do in the name of them.”

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