know your place

A bad choice, was it? He gave her an amused glance. She had shelter at least, when the storm raged through. Close proximity to a pack offered dangers and security both. There weren’t many predators that crossed the scent markers of a large pack - or denned too close to them.

“Always? No. I’ve led the Armada for a long, long time now. Before that, I belonged to an Empire. One that had reigned on shores far and distant from here.” he explained. His memories of that time had grown foggy over the years. They had contained his youth, but his youth was a long distant memory now. “I can not promise quiet, but if you're looking for a home, the Armada could offer you safety.” If she had been a loner for four seasons as she said, then it had likely been some time before she had truly felt safe.


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