mom's dear old friend!

Azure

Impatience brewed deeper in his chest as the young wolf spoke, recounting her story and of course leaving out every morsel of importance that he was looking for. Az gritted his teeth and interrupted her, his paw lifting briefly like he'd wanted to utilize it before he'd managed to restrain himself. As it touched back onto the earth, the Warlord's voice forcibly softened. "This is not a test, I am not trying to trick you. I am not looking for how you presented yourself or us or how much of a good and obedient child you happened to be." As the sentence progressed, his resolve to be gentle slowly died. The last of the words bordered upon mocking, and Azure was too keyed up to notice or care.

His pitch rose once more, lips twitching. "This wolf you've very coincidentally stumbled upon is very likely to be the Pirate King; the very one who sent her wolves to burn our plains to the ground. The one whose wolves have been targeting Gossamer to the point where it is no longer safe for her to stay here. The same wolves who took my ear. The same King who kidnapped your mother." Standing straighter, he took a step toward his daughter's personal space. And another, and another. With each emphasized word he drew closer, imposing and firm. "Now think, Makara. Where did you see this wolf? What did she look like? Do your job and help me to identify the problem so that I can do my job and keep you and the rest of our wolves safe. She is dangerous."

"Speech"

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