A quiet morning

The Warlord gave a quick double-look towards Azure in surprise. He hadn’t realised that. He supposed it had been a time since he had made the trip down to Abaven and taken enough of a sniff to get an idea of their count. He knew Aerie was a small pack, and Hattori had wandered off to start one of his own, spreading those wolves left even thinner.

The Warlord had always enjoyed dragging home strays, but it seemed the dynamic of the world had changed. “I hadn’t realised.” He said out loud, musing it over. “Perhaps it's past time Mortis settles down with a wife and adds a brood to the pack.” he glanced over at Azure, and smirked softly. “I doubt he’ll produce one such as Basilisk, however”


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