No rest for the wicked

Yes, the Warlord and her understood the world in a way that the youngest children at his paws did not. The older generations he had raised could not say the same, they had suffered losses he would have spared them from. But those like Wylan, their innocence made them vulnerable. Perhaps a little exposure would do him some good. Indeed.” He said in soft agreement.

She gave her agreement, and the Warlord led her on. His pack was not far from the battlefield, so it was an easy thing to lead her off the blood stained soil, and into the lands of the mountains. He took her to the market, which was a more well-travelled path that kept them from the ocean and the forest. “Feel free to take a look around, and get an idea of what you like. Once you’ve made up your mind, I’ll call my grandson and begin the work on your pieces.” He explained to her as they stepped into the shadows of the large cavern that housed the market.


"Sirius Fatalis"