whatever you say, boss

The Warlords lipped twitched in a smile. Knowing he shouldn’t give her the leeway he did - in the Armada, everybody pulled their weight. But it was true that Hanako had charmed him. At least he could give her the type of job she was suited to. As digging trenches and the like never would be. Once she got back, he could set her to hunting. It would protect her from the judgement of others.

“I’m sure you will.” He agreed, stopping just outside the cavern and looking across the busy pack lands. “Get rid of you? And let the Armada lose its charm? No, Hanako, you're mine.” He flashed her a smile with fangs.

“Let's start with Abaven, Habari, and Fireside. The packs south of us. Give our allies the courtesy of knowing we’ve moved, and Fireside to know that the Armada is building a trading market, a neutral space where wolves might come to find the things they need. In this space, old feuds will be put aside.” He paused, glancing towards the largest warren, the space they will be using for this. “Phrase it as you think best.”


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