Wear it well

Grimshaw was quick to make his appearance. The wolf had gained impressive height somewhere along the way. He stood eye to eye with the Warlord now. He looked more assured, an adult where one a child had stood. The Warlord considered him a moment as the other wolf sat. remembering the boy he had found at the cliff's edge, and comparing him to the wolf before him now. Grimshaw had come a long way. He was capable, and fair. He had presented himself well in the raid.

“Good morning, Grimshaw” he said after a moment, inclining his head politely to his wolf. “I’m sure you know why I’ve calleds you. You won both of your matches in the raid. You presented yourself and the Armada well. I offer you the choice of joining the ranks of the Lieutenants, or the Howlers” He said, giving the man a moment to decide.

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