the leaves changing in the fall

The Warlord shook his head, not entirely sure how to put his feelings into words. “The pirates are changing, and I'm not sure what that will mean for us. But, no… There's something about the earth. Perhaps I’m just old, Halo. But I feel a change.” He had seen so much in Boreas already. He felt he should trust the cold pricking up his spine.

“I know exactly what you mean” He said with great fondness. He felt it for every one of his pups, even if he had too many to count on every toe he owned. “That’ll never change” he promised her, putting a paw gently on her shoulder. One parent to another, kids were something else. A reason to live, when you felt you would otherwise lose it.


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