Break the Seal

At the sound of another wolf approaching, the Warlord turned his attention to her. She was small, so much so that he thought her a lost pup for a moment - then realised she was old enough to be an adult in her own right. Competition, or help? He studied her for a moment. Her head was down, and she looked as if she was tracking the same thing as him.

“Here for the seals?” He asked, keeping his voice light. A difficult thing for the Warlord lately. Between his estranged son, and the flooding of the pack, he knew his temper ran a thin line lately. Movement to the right caught his attention, and he realised one of the prey he sought was resting there on the ice. The trick was to approach them before they could dip back into the water. They were faster there than he was by far.


"Speech"