tell me something sweet to get me by

The cry for his name was unexpected to the point of startling. He raised his head, tilting it to the side as he listened. Halo was the first wolf to visit him from the Armada. The first to seek him out, to miss him. It reminded him that despite his self-insistence that he wouldn’t trust again, he had still managed to build himself a friendship.

He trotted to the border and found her there, laden down with a basket that smelled much like her healer-house. “Halo” He said, his voice a little cautious, a little shy. It was good to be around his siblings again, the ones that had left the pack so long ago, but he found himself oddly disjointed here. He missed things about the Armada, even as he had chaffed under his fathers rulings. Of course, Azure led now. He wondered what that was like. Was Azure an easier Warlord, or a harder one? “Hows things, how's the pack, how are you?” he asked, gesturing to her with a wing.


"Mortis Fatalis"