Here on buisness

He considered Artorias, as the other alpha approached. Basilisk had not come here on pack business, but perhaps he should have. He should have come sooner, and cleared the air about something he hadn't spoken of during the Lord of Cinders Summit. He nodded his head to Artorias, returning the wolf's greeting. “Artorias, it's good to see you.” 


Diplomacy was not the Warlord's strong suit, nor had it been that of the Warlord before him. But even he could see the importance of bringing up the elephant in the room before he would have the right to make the request he had come here for. 


“This Isn't why I'm here, but I think perhaps I should speak of it first.” He said thoughtfully, taking a seat across from the other wolf, who had not yet welcomed him into his lands. A sign of the divide Basilisk had created. “One of my high ranking wolves, a family member, is in love with a Syndicate wolf. That's not a bridge I'm willing to burn just yet, or for just anyone. If I had made a commitment in that war room to defend each and every one of those packs from the Syndicate, I would be betraying my own for the sake of strangers. I do not trust them, but I'm walking a fine line. I told their diplomat that any move they make against the Hallows is a move against the Armada. I keep to the old ways, and the bonds my Grandfather forged with you.” Would that be enough to satisfy the distance he had accidently formed between the two of them?