The Warlord very rarely travelled away from the Armada these days. He was finding that as he grew older, he was more of a homebody. There was so much to do within the pack, constant training and building and crafting that required his attention. And that wasn’t even mentioning the patrolling, hunting, or all the other aspects of life that kept a pack fed and safe. But some days, you just need to stretch your legs.
He left Azure and Keahi in charge of the pack and ventured South from the territory. With her sights on the high ranking position, it was practice that would serve her well. Trusting that the Armada was in good paws, he let himself run. Racing across the Battlefield, and not slowing until he was near the river that ran through these parts of the land. Crossing it was an easy thing, his height allowed him to pick a semi shallow spot and wade through.
He had been to the Whistling Willows before, but it was some time since he had been here last. Out of breath from the long exertion, he made his way to the shallow water, and splashed his face in one of the deeper sections.
The sound of laughter startled him so much he almost fell in. only some clever footwork kept him on the shore as he turned, eyes scanning the trees. Expecting to find monkeys… and instead found a tiny wolf that seemed to wish she was one. He trotted closer to the trunk, keeping himself in position to catch her if she fell.
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