Breaking my lease

The call from within Ashen surprised him, and the Warlord put aside his tools and hopped to his paws. Making his way to the border. A call for himself, Venom, and Grimshaw was a strange and unusual mixture. He wasted no time (lol, unlike Sea) in trotting over to the border between the Shrine and the plains and finding the wolves there.

He nodded first towards Venom with a small smile for her, before seating himself near her and looking at Grim and the stranger. Realising as he did so that Malachai’s scent was familiar. He had taken advantage of the allowance of Ashen wolves in Armada before. A friend of Grims, no doubt.


"Speech"