Preparations

The Warlord gave a soft chuckle at that. “If she thought it would help, I have no doubt she would pack rocks.” He teased lightly, giving the wagon supplies a soft nudge to check how stable it was, and to see what would need to be tied down. He looked back at the tiny pup as he spoke his wish out loud. “Yeah, I can see why you would.” He agreed, his voice a little thoughtful.

He had already bounced the idea around, but he decided to hint it to the kid, as well. “Perhaps you would be able to fight in a raid sooner than you’d expect, eh?” He said and ruffled the fur around his head playfully. “If you keep up on your fighting lessons, that is”

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