regrowth

The flame prince met her sharp gaze, the weight of her presence pressing down on him like a stormcloud. Despite her size and the crackling dominance she exuded, the young wolf did not shrink. Instead, his head tilted slightly to mirror her own, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

"The Armada," he began, his voice steady, though youth left it with an undertone of pride. "It is strength. Family. We used to occupy these woods, but moved after the blight." He gestured at the charred surroundings with his paw. "But we don't run anymore, our home is stronger now. Fortified."

He studied her closely, a flicker of something between curiosity and challenge in his gaze. "Why are you so curious? Thinking of paying a visit?" His flame point tail swayed behind him, not threatening, but poised, testing her intentions.

"Balrog"