... goes unpunished

The day had been long, and the Warlord had plunged into the rushing waters time and time again over the course of the day. Once everyone who could be saved was safely secured, he went hunting. Needing a moment to himself, to breathe. To feel his loss. He returned with a deer for the pack to eat, and was just moving to go on a patrol when Crux motioned for him.

He followed after Crux, and realised there was another scent with his son, as he approached the spot the boy had apparently stashed someone. A wolf, one that was tiny enough he thought her just a baby at first, before realising she was similar age to Crux. his steps slowed, and he came to a stop near where Crux was pressed against the other wolf. His posture made it clear - he stood with this wolf. He brushed a paw across his forehead, feeling that headache that had been pounding back there for a while intensified. First Aresenn, now this? “Crux, explain yourself” He said, his voice too tired for it to really sound like a command.


"Speech"