Give Me Your Time or I'll Take It

The Armada wolf sucked in his pride and apologized, something Azure had not expected from one who appeared so prideful and hot-headed. The prince nodded to him, the only sign that he'd heard the apology and 'accepted' it, and then turned his head back towards the territory. "Go home then, I'll take her to a healer." He paused, remembering the countless wolves who had considered him too unlikeable to ever lead.

Restraining his anger he gritted his teeth and continued"You should get yourself looked at, too." It mattered little to Azure if the man had lasting injuries from the cat, though Mortis had coached him to putting on a diplomatic face. Whether it was a bad first impression or not, Naiche was a member of his pack and Azure should technically care whether he was whole or not. With Asla still safely upon his back, Azure turned to head back. He'd keep his gait as steady as he could to make it a smooth ride, though a quick enough one so that his little sister didn't go and bleed to death upon him.

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