a caustic, fleeting thing

"Not I" he explained as they navigated through the Cole, and through the cave system that was the fastest way to the beach from the heart of the pack. Keeping to an easy pace that wouldn't push the healing girl as they walked. "That was Azure's decision. One of his first large ones as an alpha of the pack" and he trusted his son's decision. Basilisk was strong. An impressively large wolf, who had a penitent for friendliness that Azure lacked. But he was also brash and headstrong and didn't think before he leaped. Traits he hoped age and experience would work out of him. For now, the Warlord was content not to overwrite Azure.

"Speaking of rank, we should talk about your future aspirations. You've mentioned wanting to reach high in the pack. With some hard work to get your body in shape, you'll be there before you know it" he said, planting a seed to give her the strength to work through the weaknesses she'd discover from her long bed rest.


"Speech"