Stopping by

Sirius let his eyes glance over Lefty, checking them over to ensure they were well. He could see fairly easily that she was fed, and whole of body. Of course, he was sure that if it had been otherwise he would have heard of it by now. Satisfied, he let his attention turn to the conversation. He was pleased to hear she was looking for ways to arm herself. The Armada was a warrior pack, after all. Its wolves need the knowledge and resources to defend themselves.

“Excellent, have you made use of the smithy?” He asked, keeping his voice steady and smooth. Leaving no evidence in his tone as to what the pack had lost. Their Smith, who had manned the smithy, had passed away in the flooding. The smithy had been repaired and returned to its original place. He knew some in the pack had been making use of it.

“I’m glad you liked the party, the kids deserve to see their birthdays pass remarked. Wylan could perhaps learn some table manners” He added with a wry chuckle. He took after a younger Basilisk that way. “And what have you learned of the wolves of this pack? Its politics and nuances?” he asked, eyeing her with interest.


WC: 215
Total: 610
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