A quiet morning

The Warlord shook his head with a disgruntled growl at the reminder. Taking a moment to settle down again, and letting his eyes wander over the familiar marks of the territory around him. “Basilisk isn’t the sort, and the two train well together. If you wish to separate him from her, I believe you’ll be cutting off access to valuable lessons. But he’s your child.” The Warlord acknowledged. Personally, if Azure wanted to concentrate his attention on his children, he had others that needed the support. He didn’t see them training and learning as readily as Basilisk and Hazel.

Changing the subject, the Warlord considered other problems within the pack, and projects he wished to see moving. “Recruitments down. It’s been a while since we saw fresh blood” The Warlord used to take his time seeking out new recruits. There was a time he would bring them home in droves, and time would tell fairly quickly which ones were suited to the Armada life, and which ones didn’t make the cut.

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