Never Saw Myself As A Couch Surfer

The Warlord dipped his head in acknowledgement of the compliment. “Thank you, the pack’s put a lot of work into it” He explained. The place had changed a lot since the Armada had moved here.

“You and your band are practically family now” Sirius said, a smile tugging lightly at the old wolf’s muzzle. The joy of grandchildren never got old. He knew that if he had told his younger self the things he loved now, he would have thought himself insane. But it was true that age gave a wolf a new perspective. “That would be excellent if you could lead one, and I’d be happy to take your younglings on some hunts” He said with ease. It was going to be good to have the band here for a season.

"Speech"