do u ever leave a social situation and think "wow that was not my best work"?

The Warlord wasn’t home, but a companion happened to be dozing nearby, and fetched the Warlord at Dread’s approach. Knowing that the return of the newly minted Diplomat would be something Seer would wish to hear. Dread wasn’t left waiting for long before the Warlord trotted to his den. It was quieter now that some of the pups had moved out, but some had stayed with him still. To his secret relief.

“Hello, Dread” He said, reaching over and grabbing the boy by his shoulder and kissing his brow. Then he took a step back, and adopted a more formal expression. “Report, Diplomat” He said, which was also his way of telling Dread that he had officially received the title upon returning home from his mission.


"Speech"