Lifes about changes

The Warlord inclined his head, accepting his son's words. He knew Kotori would keep his word, and both Alphas would work to keep relations between the packs steady. He wondered what the world would look like a year from now… The Warlord had once decided he needed no alliances, now he found friends and family everywhere he looked. Two of his children would be Alphas, and wolves he had trained would lead. He had not sought to extend the Armada in any way, but somehow it seemed to grow out from him regardless. Perhaps this coalition of allies would keep the peace in this world.

“Elysium? It’s led by Manea. I know some, but I haven’t spoken much with their leader” he admitted. Enough to ensure they wouldn’t be a threat to the Armada. It could be considered a budding alliance.

“I’ll have a healer organise some supplies for you”


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