Not long now

Seeing the familiar form in the distance, the Warlord veered off course and made his way towards the other woman. Raising a paw in greeting as he got closer “Wren” He said as he approached the younger wolf. “The scent of your wolves is getting stronger, and I see your doing well for supplies. How confident are you feeling?” he asked as he stopped before her.

He knew he would be losing her soon to start her own pack - that was all part of the plan of course. Yet he found himself feeling a little melancholy. Realising he wouldn’t have her around the pack anymore. At least she wasn’t moving far. He already found he had an attachment to the woman. That familiar desire to hold those that mattered to him close still reared his head - he just had better control of it these days.

"Speech"