A quiet morning

The Warlord gave a half smirk, knowing the Azure saw those traits in the healer as deplorable, while in the Warlord they cultivated his protective instincts. “I tested her mettle on myself, and she didn’t back down. She has some learning to do, but I believe she will find her strength as a healer” He was investing in her. Quietly helping her grow, and was satisfied so far in what he saw in her.

“Hazel” the Warlord said, nodding. “She’s a small spitfire, and has a lot of ambition. I’ve seen her create competition with Basilisk. It’ll be good for the boy” he said, knowing Azure’s protective tendency towards that one son in particular. He also thought Hazel would be good for the pack. She had a lot of spunk, and he loved that girl already. He didn’t say that to Azure, who could be close minded about these things.


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