Whats this here?

Ooc: Set First, before meeting or Venom

The Warlord completed his circuit of the Armada. The familiar land worn beneath his paws. The scent of the Armada, and the earthy, swampy scent of the Weeping Woods rich in his nostrils. They had been here for a long time now. The Armada had grown in this space, and other packs had grown around them. There was a sense of crowding around them. The idea had been niggling at the back of his mind for a while now. It was no small thing, and he gave it time to smooth down the edges.

He stretched his legs, and waited for Azure’s patrol to cross into his. Knowing his son would be along soon. Where was the largest space of land unclaimed? The North, definitely. The desert had Aerie, and Valhalla. To the East of the land had Abaven, Ashen, Habari, and the Armada. A crowd.

A hint of brown and greens appeared on the border across from him as Azure trotted into view. He lifted his paw, and waved, waiting for his son to get closer.


"Speech"