fit to burst!

The Warlord settled himself down in front of Wren, and gave her a moment to gather her thoughts. When she spoke, she seemed a little embarrassed. I’ve always been a follower. He thought of his own moment where he knew he couldn’t follow any more. Had it been one single moment, or a collection of them? Either way he had an inkling of what that felt like, even if their reasons were likely vastly different. He had done it for Zee, after all. Now he did it for himself, for who he had become, and all those who followed him.

It was clear she wasn’t finished, so he let her speak. She mentioned claiming land, and having experience in leading. He didn’t want to lose her, but nor did he want to disabuse her of the notion. She hadn’t been part of his family for long, but he was fond of her. He considered her words carefully, and when she was finished he reached over. Gently nudging a paw under her chin and lifting her gaze back to him. He removed his paw, and hoped she would keep her eyes up. After all, if she was to be a leader, she would need to learn to look hard choices in the eye.

“Leading a pack is no small thing. You need to pick a land, secure it and claim - of course. But before you do even that you need wolves to follow you. A pack is only as strong as its members.” He continued. But he wasn’t done, not by a long short. “So here's what I propose to you. Let me take you under my wing. I’ll introduce you to some of the Alphas , which will benefit you in future negotiations. Find wolves that will follow you, scout out territories. When you're ready to expand, do so with my blessing. If you succeed, we will consider ourselves allies and you will benefit from the protection of the Armada. Once you’ve grown into your own, Armada will be your closest ally, and we would both benefit from having the strength of a friend to draw upon.” It was a hell of a safety net he was offering her, and while he didn’t want to lose her, he wanted her to succeed all the same.


"Sirius Fatalis"