Not that long ago, it would have been a trek to take the reddish woman home from here. It pleased him that this Battlefield, often ripe with opportunities, lay a short breath from home. “Right this way, then” he said politely, and led her towards the North. Up through the Mile-High Woods, where the scent of Armada was just starting to take hold. “These are our hunting lands” he explained to her, taking the shortest route through the trees and towards the Col. He led her towards the communal space. Where his Obelisk lay freshly pressed into the earth. A warm campfire that lay always lit beside it. “Here you can find the laws of the Armada. In the cave to the South will be our Marketplace, though it is not yet set up. The majority of our dens are to the North. The dens are heated with an underground lava source. We’ve recently moved, so everything is still being set up, but the foundations are set.” he explained, a fondness creeping into his tones. "Speech"

Red paws keep pace with the tall Warlord as he leads them North and Keahi hopes his home isn’t too far away. The night’s air holds a bitter bite and the tropical wolf finds teeth beginning to chatter. Luckily, home is close by and her red eyebrows raise in surprise when they cross into Armada land. Sirius explains about the woods being the hunting lands and she gives an absent nod of her head while her blue eyes scan the land. The trees give way to the Col and she spies the flickering light of a fire. Paws pick up the pace once she realizes that Sirius is leading toward the awaiting warmth and once they get close, her eyes shift over toward the tall obelisk that raises from a patch of freshly turned earth.

With the fire spreading it warm tendrils through her chilled body, Keahi is content to listens as the Warlord talks but her eyes never leave the Obelisk. Silently, she studies the words etched carefully into the stone face, taking time to read each tenet and comment the laws to heart. The fact that the dens are heated by an underground lava source has a smile tugging at her lips even as she continues to read. Her red head dips in understanding as he explains that they have just moved and she finally turns to face him, having finished her reading. It is obvious that Sirius cares about his pack and Keahi knows she has thrown her lot in with a good group. She says, “I like this place. The laws are easy to understand and a heated den sounds amazing. Is there a den that I can use to bed down for the night?”


"Keahi Mogotsi"

The Warlord hid a smile as his new wolf showed appreciation for the firepit. The freshly made pit was dug into the earth, and a stack of firewood lay beside it. Ready for any passing wolf to feed into the flames. He intended to build a shallow ring of stones about it as well, but that would have to sit on his to-do-list for now. His ever growing list… “With the new move things are still a bit up in the air. I haven’t got the full list of where everyone is sleeping. There's a few spare rooms in my den, with some food and coats. Why don’t you crash there for the night, and we can find you an empty den in the morning?” He suggested "Speech"

The fire crackles and spits a few embers into the night air as its light dances around the pair. Keahi listens to the logs inside the firepit as they pop and hiss, the tropical wolf enjoying the warmth that fills the air around them. Blue eyes turn up to the tall wolf as the red woman listens to the Warlord’s offer. A small smile appears as she dips her head in thanks and says, “I would appreciate that, Sir. In the morning I will help with any chores that need to be done. And I promise to earn my keep and help anyone who needs it.” Another softer smile appears before her mouth opens wide as a yawn forces its way out. Wide, blue eyes blink in sheepish surprise as the wolf realizes just how tired she is.

"Keahi Mogotsi"

It was getting late, and he could see that his new wolf was cold and tired. He accepted her offer to bed down in a spare room in his den, and he smiled, before straightening himself up. He led her away from the Obelisk and the warm fire that marked the heart of their territory. He followed the valley a little to the East, taking her to the last pocket of dens on that side. It was a short climb to the highest set of dens, and an open setting veranda that had a wide view of the entire pack lands. He moved through it, and he opened the rough makeshift door that kept out the chill. Immediately to the left was a storage like area with a little kitchen in the making. To the right, construction had begun to block off a bedroom. Further into the den, two other rooms could be seen, one on the left, and one to the right. He pointed to the den to the left. “You’ll find some spare blankets and the like in the corner. Make yourself at home, and help yourself to the kitchen” He said, giving her a chance to take the place in. "Speech"

Keahi lets out a content sigh as the fire chases away the chill that seemed to have settled in her bones. She would have been content to sleep here and not intrude on the Warlord’s kindness. However, talk of a heated den was too good to pass up and the tropical wolf was sure to show her appreciation for room. Sleep tugs at the back of her mind, making the world around her slightly fuzzy as she follows the tall Warlord.

The trek isn’t long and Keahi is grateful for that as the pair soon stand a in common area with serval caves branching off it. Blue eyes carefully inspect the areas as Sirius speaks and the red wolf taking a keen interest in the kitchen. He offers her the den on the left and free access to the kitchen which has a bigger smile then any she has shown before, appearing on her lips.

But, first things first. Keahi turns to Sirius and bows her head in respect, saying, “Thank you Sirius. I promise not to eat everything.” Straightening up, she waits to be dismissed before she will rush the kitchen and gorge to her heart’s delight.


"Keahi Mogotsi"