Morning sunlight

It felt strange to the Warlord, to have the time to spare for his children. That his day was filled only with ensuring their needs and curiosity was met. He still rose early, running a quick patrol before returning to the den and picking a child at random. “Come” he said to the pup, his warm voice directing them as he led them from the den. Going carefully down the ramp to the Col, and through the main field of the pack.

He nodded his head to the wolf on guard, and led the pup to the forest beyond. He paused there, on the outskirts near the col where the woods began. “Alright. Today, we are going to work on your tracking. First, I want you to sample the air. Close your eyes, lift your head, and describe the scents to me” He instructed


"Sirius Fatalis"