insignificant meritocracy

“Yes, I heard the news,” he explained to his son. Kite has always been a wild card, but she hadn't even waited for the paint to dry on Basilisk’ new title before she had tried to rip it from him. Volatile and selfish, she would have made for a very poor leader. That didn't stop him from worrying about where she had ended up. No one seemed to know where she had gone after leaving the pack.


He released his son from his tight hug, and let him speak his piece. It was okay if Stratums chapter in the Armada had finished. He'd intended the pack to be a shelter for his children, but he had learned the folly of holding on too tightly.


At the mention of joining the Hallows, he let his eyes flick to Artorias. This was his domain after all. His son in law didn't disappoint, inviting Stratum to join with all the warmth that he led with. “If you'd let me, I'd like to spend some time with you this evening. We should catch up.” He said quietly to his son.