Nao its your turn

The summons was unfamiliar to him, and Nao was not privy to the change in leadership that had occurred recently. Until recently, he'd been spending a great deal of time coming and going, hardly any attention paid to the goings on within the boundaries of the pack. Now, with the children that had been so recently dropped into his lap, he wasn't paying attention for entirely new reasons. Regardless, he was a good little slave and came when called. Paws quickly soaked in the cool morning dew, and breath clouding his vision in short puffs of mist, he moved quietly through the territories of the packlands.

The cold blue eyes of the large male who awaited him were painfully familiar. He resented the Fatalis stare from the moment he found himself pinned by it. Regardless, he knew his place. Always had. Always would. The wraith dipped his dark crown respectfully to the male, whose stance spoke of authority. "Satoru Nao, at your service." he uttered the words carefully, sea foam eyes carefully scanning the man's features as he awaited a response.

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