gasp, is she dead?!

The Warlord had missed the initial call for help, but he passed Crux as his son made his way to his clinic. He got the rundown from the healer, and fell into a trot towards Tethys and the stranger. When he arrived, he realised the wolf was no stranger. Instead, they were a missing Armada wolf. Dee, his son had called her.

“Dee” He said, tone surprised as he stopped before her. “Crux won’t be long.” his son hadn’t had much information to pass along, and of course Dee couldn’t fill him in. Mortis had been good at translating her, so perhaps he should bring his oldest son in soon. For now, he wasn’t much good to anyone. He was no healer. “Tethys, this is Dee. She was a slave of the Armada who went missing a while back.” He explained to his granddaughter.


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