Don't fuck it up, now

Azure

Kotori's experience in learning the diplomatic side of leadership closely mirrored Az's own, and as his brother turned a rueful smile his way Azure returned with a slight one of his own along with a slow shake of his head. "It's definitely the worst part of the whole deal." He added. "You should speak to Father on it should you need more help. Venom is experienced; she's lived practically her entire life on that throne. But she runs an Empire, while you run a pack. The diplomacy of it all isn't quite comparable." Half the packs on both continents had a link to Ashen in some way or another, not just allied through careful decision making and gained favor, but born of Ashen and indebted to them. Venom seldom needed diplomacy now, when she was in no danger of losing her close-knit bubble of allies and friends. She had earned the right to rule like an Empress and if Kotori - or Azure for that matter - tried walking in her pawsteps and ruled like an Emperor, well, they might find themselves much shorter of friends.

The wolves continued their walk, the Valta alpha pointing out various dens being dug out as they passed them. As they reached the layout of circles quite clearly a space for wolves and a king to stand, Azure's lip upturned slightly. Kotori was much more like himself when he was young then he'd anticipated. Memories of the one and only time he had mentioned building himself a throne (because Az also thought it was good for public image) when he was one-day Warlord resurfaced, along with Sirius' rebuttal of how 'a throne has no place in my pack.' In ways, Azure was envious that Kotori was free to build as he wished where he himself was still limited to Sirius' permissions.

To the idea of his brother's trials, Azure listened politely. It was an interesting concept, though he failed to understand why it would reduce the number of wolves booted. Unless the trials were quite easy and accessible, in which case they wouldn't be achieving their purpose anyways. "A tattoo is good." He chimed in. "If your wolves wear your mark permanently I'd think they'd be that much more inclined to try and stay and to work hard to ensure they are allowed to." At the prospect of his wolves embarrassing their pack, the reigning Warlord shrugged. "If any of your wolves misstepped on my pack lands, you will surely be informed. If not by them or myself, then by the mark I would leave upon them." Valta's wolves were not his wolves, and while Az had quite easily agreed to the terms of allowing members free will to roam his territory, he would not have a repeat of his time neighboured to Ashen where Klein wolves were invulnerable to his retaliation. The Armada had once already been told to report transgressions to Venom to be dealt with, and where Chimera's disrespect was considered... well, it had not gone well. This time around, Azure would defend his wolves first and make apologies where warranted, rather than stand idly by and put the offender's punishment into another ruler's hands.

It was in part relieving to hear Kotori outwardly speak his loyalty to their name, but another part of Az felt the sentiment hardly mattered. Azure had spent his life building the name up as well and did not want to suffer fools or broken things being allowed to wear it, but Sirius seemed to think differently. So long as the ageing warrior was the Fatalis patriarch, Az had no say in who could and who could not wear the name. "Good luck convincing our father to strip his grandchildren of their name." He mused, sarcastic. "If it were up to me, Ophie as well as his three newest defective things would have all lost it by now. At times I'd like to even take it from my own daughters - though they're not so much a disgrace to it as just.. nothing."

"Speech"

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