Never Interrupt Your Enemy When They Are Making A Mistake

Widow began their meeting promptly as soon as he arrived, recognizing the efforts of Crux and Reaper in honing their skills and crafts. Stolas dipped his head in acknowledgement to both wolves, rapping his paws against the ground in applause. He hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting either wolf personally yet, but he knew Triss was quite close to Crux. That was enough for him to look favorably on the young brute. Then came the announcement of Érebos’ departure from Hellborn and his annulment of their marriage. Stolas’ fur bristled slightly at the mention of the wretch, but he kept his expression carefully guarded behind a mask of calm neutrality. He hated Érebos for the pain he had inflicted on Widow, but he could not regret how it had given him Widow’s heart all to himself. He now held himself to the sacred mission of ensuring her heart was never wounded again.

Then came the second order of business—alliances and the future of Hellborn. Stolas was no stranger to these politics; a former prince of the fallen Ashen Empire, he had been taught and exposed to the inner workings of packs. Crux suggested the nearby Hallows as well as his family’s pack of the Armada. "The Hallows is always keen to make friends with everyone, it seems. I doubt they’d decline talks with us," he agreed with Crux’s assessment. "We’ll find no love amongst Obscura. After Ashen fell, many of the Kleins were scattered there." There was no secrecy that both Widow and Stolas held contempt for their families after the lives they’d lived.

"Stolas"