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The Warlord nodded his head, conceding the point to Azure. So long as they had the heat source in the tunnels, the weaker and younger of the pack wouldn’t suffer overtly. The rest of them would get hardier from the exercise. “Ophie could get a watch point on the mountain, and make the trek each day” he said, answering amusement in his own tone. His daughter's weight would never sit well with the Warlord. Perhaps here she would finally lose it…

“Perhaps we could set a young wolf in each generation as a firestarter, and ensure the torches are lit each day, if much of our homes are going to be in the caves.” He suggested. He would need to speak to someone, perhaps Zee and Ruga about the dangers of constant fire in enclosed spaces. They would need a method that produced little smoke. Azure spoke, and the Warlords tail flicked behind him pro indeed. he thought. But there was a grin on the ageing Warlord's face. He felt young, emboldened by the excitement of the ideas building between them. Here, Azure could truly make a stamp on his shared reign with the Warlord. The Armada of the beach was something forged almost entirely by his sire. Here, Azure could understand the weight and empowerment of building something of your own. “Cons,” he said softly. “Azure got his asses kicked in the valley.” Then he launched himself playfully at Azure, a bear hug falling down on the other boy in a roughhousing manner that hadn’t happened between them since Azure was very young.


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