Lost little lamb

She hummed into his kiss, closed her eyes again, and sighed.

His Lady agreed. They’d have to iron out the details and make it fair, and workable. Perhaps he’d give them six months for the first round, that would bring them into the end of summer and start of autumn. Most of those in the Apprentice rank had already sat there long before he became the Warlord.

“Mmmm..” He breathed, feeling the brush of her paw across his arm. Distracting, but comforting too. Perhaps there would come a day when it was only comforting. “I wouldn’t want to model anything too closely to the Hallows. Perhaps we demote those that have stagnated at the end of Summer. Give them half a year to regret their choice, and then at the end of Winter we hold a tournament. Any of our wolves can enter, but those especially that wish to rise can use it as a chance to prove themselves.” He suggested