All grown up

“You’ll always have it” He promised her quietly, laughing softly as she fell into his chest. He wrapped a paw around her, taking in a deep breath. Feeling something inside of him steady. Now, only two of his children were unaccounted for. He may have an unusual amount of kids, but each and everyone of them mattered to him. He worried, and hoped after them.

“I know how you feel. That’s why I moved the pack to the North, to avoid the overcrowding. It may come down to that, Vanta. But I believe in you. I would come to cheer you on.” He promised her. At her question of the Armada, he chuckled softly. “Actually, there was a piece of territory that mattered to Deathbelle. I went to fight for it, but the pack had dispersed only a few days before I arrived. So I put my claim to it, and we’ve been the Armada ever since” He explained.


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