Stopping by

The Warlord completed his rounds during the early hours of the morning. The air was still and quiet, and he wondered if the afternoon would bring snow. Winter might have changed to Spring, but sometimes the world forgot to tell the North that the seasons had changed.

As he was passing out of the forest and into the Col, he caught the scent of Lefty. He had seen little of the new Armada wolf since he had handed her off to Basilisk. Curious to see how she was getting along, he changed course to seek her out. Her scent led him a little deeper into the Col, and towards the packs stores. He stuck his head inside, taking a moment to assess the newly repaired shelving. The packs stores were finally adjusting and improving. It had been a tough winter, but they’d made it out the other side.

His eyes landed then on Lefty, and he raised a brow at her. “Lefty - good morning. How are things going?” He asked. He had ‘pressed’ her into service, but she didn’t seem to hold a grudge. In fact, she took everything in stride rather impressively.

WC: 195
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