Shifting Tides

Marshal soared across the vast distance of the cold Northern territories and glided down to the Warlord. Banking and flaring his wings to slow before he landed on the braced Warlord. Bird and Wolf combined for a while, and when they were done he raised his head. Calling out to his Diplomat. It seemed her work was never done. He wasn’t sure he could ever remember a more unstable time. So many packs were rising and falling around them. Like a constant shift and change.

He moved closer to the communal fire as he waited for Keahi to arrive. There was a cold wind in the Cole today, and he could feel it nipping at his heels. A last reminder of Winter before spring finished sweeping in.


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