know your place

The Warlord nodded his head, and with the sounds of a storm raging in the background, he spoke. “The Armada was created as a vanguard, a force to protect another. Over the years it grew into something more. The wolves that had come together became my family, so I created individuality for the pack. Because of its roots, one of our greatest strengths is our knowledge of fighting - but it is more than that. We have a market, a place to encourage trade, and relations with other packs. We have smiths, and hunters, and healers.” He said, speaking of his pack with pride.

“I am Sirius Fatalis” He said, realising he had not spoken his name yet. “That’s Bast beside you” He added, nodding his head towards the snow leopard.


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