Blood in the water

The first thing the Warlord did after saying goodbye to one son, was to find another. Limping on three legs, he started his search for a scent trail of Indy. He picked up a fresh one leading towards the rapids. Battered in spirit and body, his progress wasn't a quick one. But eventually, he found himself beside the flowing water. He dipped a paw in, and sent a splash across his face. Wiping away the evidence of tears. The old Warlord took a moment then. Listening to the gurgle of the stream as he composed himself. Pulling up some of the walls that had tumbled down in the bloody spar with Kotori.

When he felt at least a little braced, he continued his search for the purple hued wolf. The muscles that Kotoris horns had punctured when he skewered his shoulder ached, but he ignored the burn. Blood still soaked his fur. He should have washed fully in the rapids, but he couldn't find the energy to care.

When he saw Indigo, it was to find him watching over the young pup. He stood back for a moment, watching his son bond with the boy. "Indigo." He said softly to gain the other wolfs attention



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