The old beaten paths

The Warlord leaned into her affection, surprised by it. He and Tamysn had a great many memories together. They had been through fire, and loss. Their friendship had bended, and he had thought it broken. Now it was time that they had weathered, but looking at the old wolf, it was easy to remember the times when they had worked together. 


He offered her a smile. It was true that calamity had been a part of their last few interactions. “You're always welcome here, Tamysn. Your son found his way to me as well, Malik is a quick learner” he said conversationally as he led her into the Col. It was her first time visiting the Armads since they had moved here, was it not? He let his paws drive them towards the centre of the Col.”Your timing is interesting, this might have been your last chance to visit me as Warlord. I'm passing the pack on to my grandson next season.” He explained