EMPIRES WILL FALL

Drashiel laughed at his wife's compliment and puffed his chest out in mock pride as he reached out to nuzzle her cheek.  The mood shifted though as she spoke again.  Saying they had to go?  Drashiel's head tilted to the side as he observed his mate but then he realized who they were talking about.  The pack that had moved in right next door to them.  He nodded slowly.  Truth be told Drashiel had no desire to seek war with their pups so young but it was perhaps because of that exact reason he agreed that their neighbors needed to go.  Unlike Roman he was fine with other packs dwelling in the North but sharing a border with an unknown pack with newborns in the den made him nervous, especially as they knew nothing about these other wolves.  The could be vicious and thrill-seeking.  They had the whole north so why settle here?  Was it a challenge?  To taunt Regium?

Drashiel trails along after his wife.  "I don't think we have to worry about the farther of our neighbors.  I have not heard their howls for many moons but this stranger that rests right on our borders are definitely a concern.  However…" His pace slowed and he took a breath.  "Our Infantry is scattered and small and we have no lead warrior.  We need to build our military strength in case their hostile but I believe it would be unwise to go stirring up trouble with an unknown pack…. I believe Satu will make an excellent head warrior.  She still has some things to learn but she's skilled and she's spunky…" the only thing she was really missing was bloodlust but he didn't feel like sharing that.  

"Speech"