This world belongs to you

The Warlord was finally getting the last of his pieces together. Retiring was no easy thing for him to consider, but the time had well come. Perhaps it had even come and gone, but he was a stubborn old fool. He had spoken already to Basilisk, but he had a few words to speak to Hazel as well. The pack was going to his Grandson, but he knew who would be standing at his side.

He made his way to the Obelisk, and raised his head to howl to the once orphan, and now proud wolf of the Armada. She had become such a fine wolf, and he knew that she would do well by this pack that he had put his life into.


"Speech"