Lesson One

The Warlord winced at hearing the name of the wolf that had dominated his childhood. His one time lover, and the one he had at one time thought he was destined to be beside forever. He smoothed out his features, turning away for a moment. “Correct. The place of our birth was destroyed, and she brought many of the Kleins over to this land. She founded Ashen, and released me to make the Armada.” He said, his voice neutral. As he gave her a little more of the history of Ashen, and how it entertwined with his own.

The Warlord eyed the ground, knowing less about the requirements for growing things then healers. But even he could see there was life to it. “Menagerie. I like it. Do you plan on gathering a range of diverse wolves?” he asked with a half smile as he moved his paw back under him. “My daughter in the Hallows is Briar.” He said, speaking her name with fondness.


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