Love Never Ends, It Only Changes

The Warlord - whose grief did not leave him much appetite - only snorted in mild amusement at her joke. He did grunt as her clever fingers found a ticklish spot in his unnaturally thick fur. He gently and playfully swatted her paw away. He gave her another hug, and then helped her settle on the ground as she began to slide off his giant form. He settled into a sitting position over the much smaller pup.

He tilted his head as she spoke of a new wolf, wondering if she intended to mention Adelina. The small slave had begun to assist him with the pups. When she mentioned the name Isa, his claws reactively tightened in the grass, before relaxing again. Andy had been seeing the slave woman? Why? “The rank of slave is not something to be ashamed of, Andy. It’s a rank where wolves who have no skills can be supported as they learn. In the Armada, she will be sheltered and protected, and she is working off a debt of owed assistance.” It was not a new idea for the Armada, but perhaps Andy had reached an age where she had a question for everything.

"Sirius Fatalis"