Dancing to music only we can hear

While the pups were still young they had some restrictions. For the most part, they would be stalked day in and day out with a subtle companion guard to keep them safe while giving them some freedom to explore. His and his wife's companions were well accustomed to the job, and he borrowed other companions from trusted wolves. A necessity with the sheer number of pups that had somehow come out of his Wife.

Yawning and stretching joints that popped, the Warlord found one of the younglings playing in the Col and made his way over. “Come” He directed, expecting to be obeyed as he turned and led them from the Col towards the beach. “Today, we are going to work on fighting stances. Think about what parts of you might be especially vulnerable, and label them to me”


"Sirius Fatalis"