Lost little lamb

“I believe they have a bonfire festival every year, and I wouldn't wish to suddenly start mimicking the same year I rise.” He explained. They weren't the Hallows, and he didn't want anyone to start thinking they couldn't think for themselves.


“I'm thinking once a year, we don't need a ceremony to demote people. it's not something to celebrate. He shook his head at her last question. “If they want to remain subservient to the Armada that's the lowest they can fall. But what would you do if our own children stagnate? Would you bend the rules for them, or would you be willing to kick them out?” he pointed out to her. He wouldn't be separating families, but he also couldn't imagine any wolf not already raised to it would be comfortable remaining a slave for long. He thought it should be enough of a threat. They could always add to the foulest jobs on the slaves list…