Wraiths and Shadows

The Warlord didn’t let his emotions show on his face as he made the final move to bring Adelina into the fold. For better or worse, she was his now. Truly his, in a way that simply buying her didn’t quite encompass. The fondness he was feeling for her was a weakness, and one he couldn’t entirely decide how to feel about.
As they entered the Cove, he paused for a moment, letting her take it in. Perhaps there was also a bit of pride in his stance. He loved the Armada. He had spent more years of his life now building and maintaining it then he had anywhere else. At her question, he tilted his head to the side. Running names through his mind until he reached the answer. ‘Including the both of us - Thirty.” He explained, before moving forward again. He was swinging around, giving her a small loop of the territory before he would take her up to the watch point.

“This is the Heart of the pack. The most central piece of our territory. Meetings are made here, by the firepit and Obelisk. The rules of the pack are etched into the stone.” He explained as they walked, turning them towards the walkway up to the watch point. “Mind your step, the pathway can be a little treacherous” He warned her as they reached the base of the path up the mountain. As they started to climb, the view of the Armada pack lands grew. “If you look to your right, you’ll start to see the Cove and the ocean inlet. That's part of our territory. And to your left, the woods are ours as well.”

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