Shake out your boots

“Standing permission granted” He said gruffly. He didn’t have to always like it, but he valued it all the same. Knew the strength as a leader of having wolves around him who weren’t afraid to have a differing opinion. He let her rest her paw over his own. Small, and auburn against the black of his own.

She spoke of storms and the power of them, mixing in a little of admiration and understanding of Zee with her words. He grunted in mild amusement as she spoke of the way he harnessed his storm. She did not know of the scar his daughter bore. Nor the nightmares that had left him a danger to those around him for so long. Of the wolves he had taken as slaves. She only saw him as… what? A wolf of integrity? She would not think so if she knew the extent of the anger that burnt within the anguish of his heart. “I have never feared a storm in my life. The burn of power against my fur, and the fizz on my tongue had always thrilled me, even as a boy. Very well, if I'm to stay with you for this storm I best sent Marshal to the other guards. To ensure they know to hunker down. Marshal.” He said, the last word directed at his companion, who as ever was nearby. The bird glided from the mountain, and disappeared from view. The Warlord leaned against Keahi, and turned his gaze to the dark clouds coming. “Are you wearing any metal? Now would be the time to stow it. ”


"Sirius Fatalis"