they the wolf crossed the bifrost

Kotori had spent time checking up on his sister and the hallows.  His sister was a queen, a wife, and a mother.  He couldn’t have been more proud of her for all of those things.  Both siblings had left the armada to take on the mantle of King and Queen in their own packs.  With a toothy grin, Kotori walked along the fjord, his mind thinking over recent matters.

Briar’s children were growing up, no longer little balls of fuzz but closing in on becoming yearlings.  That would have been around the stage of life Kotori had started roaming farther from the armada lands and getting to truly know himself.  Still a child but no longer as helpless as a younger pup.  Kotori still had no children, and no future heir to take up his mantle someday.  

"Kotori Fatalis"