Battling the world

The Warlord did not find it terribly comfortable to be back in the den he and Zee had set up together. The reminder of her was everywhere, despite his best efforts to push it away. The easiest thing to do was to throw himself into training the wolves of Armada. And his efforts were spent concentrating on his children. Gearing them up for the world ahead. A bitter world, one that would take their mother from them.

Today, he had Stratum with him. It almost physically hurt to look at his son. With his pale coat, blue saddle, and little horns. It was a struggle to hide it from the boy, and he was perhaps a little more tough on the young wolf then he needed to be. “Right. Today, we are concentrating on border patrols” He told the boy. “There has been something near our scent borders lately. I want you to identify it, and lead us to it” He said, stopping them near the scent of coyote, and waiting for Stratum to pick up the scent.


"Sirius Fatalis"