In the morning sun

The Warlord blinked in surprise as the newest Armada wolf appeared. The wolf was white, and scarred. But that wasn’t the part that left him blinking. It was the shape like feathery folded wings across his back, scorched into his flesh as scars. He wondered, briefly, if this wolf had met his winged son. If he hadn’t, he would soon. Mortis would be taking over the training of the new wolves.

The wolf, who was clearly Gabriel, dropped the rabbit at his paws and spoke a whispered greeting. “Hello, Gabriel. Thank you for coming” He said politely, nodding his head to the other wolf's words, no they had not. “I am Sirius Fatalis, and wished to welcome you into the pack myself. I was down in the Hallows visiting with my daughter when you joined.” He explained. A very short, clipped explanation over what had happened. But this wolf did not know his Zee. News would likely reach him eventually, but the Warlord had no desire to recount his loss.

“My son has ranked you as a warrior, I would like to assess your fighting skills myself.” He explained. He often did with all the wolves to joined his pack.


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