salt in the wound

The Warlord inclined his head in agreement. He had mentioned that Ophie was his daughter, but she was clearly rattled by her disappearance, so he let it go. She had been driven enough to trespass in the Armada’s territory, and risk his wrath for his daughter. “It’s forgiven” He promised her. He would not seek out any repercussions for her trespass, and had given her permission to be there when he invited her to investigate Ophie’s den with him.

“I understand, me… too” He admitted. He hadn’t been worried about Ophie before. His overweight daughter had always simply… been there, and he hadn’t needed to worry about her overmuch, other than failed efforts to encourage her to lose weight. He turned and began to lead them towards his daughter's den. Which took them into the heart of the pack, and into the warren that Ophie had shared with some of her sisters. Her den was the first on the left, and he ducked into there now. “Here we are”


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