Word around the street is....

The Warlord was distracted when a call came out at his borders. He titled his head, the sound jostling him from thoughts of the puppies that would be on their way. His oldest son was finally having his first litter of children. There was a lot of logistics to go over. It was summer still, but they were going to have to stretch out their supplies. He had run the numbers, with the current amount of wolves the Armada had, it was going to be a difficult Winter to keep everyone fed. The Armada was reaching an alarmingly large number of wolves.

He shook out his head, pushing away the thoughts as he made his way to the woods Curious to see what brought a wolf to his borders. He saw the orange-toned wolf, young and shorter than himself. He dipped his head in greeting. “Welcome to the Armada, I’m Sirius, the Warlord here. What brings you to my borders?”


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