For a stroll

The red wolf follows the Warlord past the wall that she and Ruga had built, slipping out into the surrounding world. As they settle in to begin their long trek, Keahi asks about the Armada and Sirius looks to her, asking if she wanted to know how it was founded. Red head bobs as she says, “Yes, please.” As they walk, the older wolf begins the tale and the tropical woman listens with great interest. Oh, Deathbelle? Questions begin to form in her mind but Keahi gives the Warlord space to talk and she listens with quiet attention.

A soft smile is on her red lips as Keahi moves, making mental notes as he speaks. Sirius gives a soft chuckle and the tropical woman turns her ocean blue eyes up to the ageing Warlord, watching the lines of his face and wondering what regrets hide behind his strong mask. A gentle smile is on her lips as she says, “So the Armada is part of Ashen? Do we pay tribute or something?” She watches him a moment longer before turning her eyes forward.

After a moment, the red woman speaks up, musing aloud, “You know, some of the greatest leaders that I have found, did not want to lead. But, when the role was forced on to their shoulders, they learned how to lead with grace and kindness. Their people loved them more than the ones who were bred to rule.” Her words fall away, the breeze snatching them away as she thinks of her homeland and how the rulers would toil alongside their people. Oh, how she misses her King and Queen.

Turning her gaze back up to him, she asks, “How did you get the Armada if you where Deathbelle’s guard? Did you have to seek permission? And what about Zee?” Curiosity burns in her blue eyes and she listens with great interest as the Warlord speaks.


"Keahi Mogotsi"