Aftermath

The lord had watched the scene unfold, and displeasure coursed through his veins. Aislyn knew far better than to pass judgement on any member of valhalla knew or old and thus the King would turn his head and follow the fuming wolves from Valhalla, his scent masked downwind he watched, silently, vigorously, and intently. Dying eyes rolled themselves over the body of Chronos and to the tattered one of Blu. This would be rectified.

Paws moved more rapidly and the older man torqued his figure, attempting to swim before them, his gaze was hard, though, not cold. Tongue slid over his inky lips as he stared at them for but a moment, his immense head dipping to them both before he spoke in defense of his home, Aislyn's behavior will be handled by myself, Valhalla has been through a lot, we're older than the pack you used to know," whether it was still a home to the black boy, well, that was for him to decide, but fact of the matter was, there was little Cairo could do to sway their opinions and if they chose elsewhere, so be it.

His eyes flickered to Blu and he stared at her a long moment as a smile caressed his features, "we feared you had died, we looked for our Valhallans for weeks before we gave up," he nodded his head to her, pleasantly happy to see her. Eyes turned to Chronos, "---as it is good to see you, too, did not perish," he, honestly, didn't have much time to explain things to them, and though he would answer any questions they held, he would find himself quick and to the point, "I extend a home to the both of you, in Valhalla, Chronos, award of the rank Delta should you return. Keep in mind, I'll not beg of you, you know it is not in my nature, and yet, I suggest should you wish to deny Valhalla, that you go to either Seracia or Glaciem, they are our only close allies," Cairo need not explain members of other packs would be silenced.