Mojito. His recently appointed lead healer. To Sirius, it seemed that the horned man had always had a lot to prove. small, part dog, and having left the Ashen pack to join his own. He tried hard under Seers reign, and did well. It was true that the Warlord had given him a hard time here and there, but he had persevered regardless. Now he was a potential father to Seers Grandkids, and the Warlord wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.

He had broken a law in sleeping with Asla with no regard to children. As a healer, he definitely knew ways to keep it from happening. But Asla... Asla had chosen to do so as well, and he respected his Daughters choice, even if it did not align with the Armadas rules. He had made too many mistakes recently, pushed away those closest to him.

It was the timing more then anything, with trauma lingering in the air for all of them, and emotions runnning high. He couldn't, wouldn't, push them away because of this. Intead, he would meet with both potential fathers and ensure they knew their responsibilities. he raised his head and howled for the healer

Mojito had faced the scorn of his cousins, the feeling of ostrasization, of having the place that was supposed to be safest for him as a pup turn hostile, he knew the sting of hate. And yet he'd never been scared like this before... a chill rolling down his spine as heard Sirius' call. It wasn't that Mojtio hadn't known he'd have to face the man sooner or late, but suddenly the reality of the situation seemed to hit him. Despite his deep seated belief that the children the reaper carried could not be his, Asla seemed to think they could be so it was no doubt that she'd said as much to her father. But for all his sudden nerves the man wouldn't run, if only partially because he had no doubt that if he did Sirius wouldn't stop until he was found and dragged back to the Armada, probably not gently.

The man would arrive with his head high even if he was obviously still nervous, giving his warlord a respectful nod. "Sirius." He said, an ear flicking slightly, he'd instructed for Hoa to remain on standby just in case it turned out he was wrong and the warlord needed his healing services but had decided it probably was better not to have the sheep hanging over his shoulder.



Speech

Art by Rivaah

It wasn’t long before Mojito appeared in response to his summons. He nodded his head to the small, pale wolf. Eyeing him with thoughtful, stern care for a moment. “Mojito… Asla has told me what has happened. So you are aware, at this point, that you might become a father?” His voice was neutral as the Warlord put certain care into his approach of the other wolf. This wolf that might now be a part of farthing the Fatalis bloodline. Mojito had come to him as an uncertain young wolf, looking for change in his life. Now, he was the pack's lead healer, and there was the possibility of children looming over his shoulder. Children in the womb of the Warlords Daughter. What did this mean for their future? That was what they were here to discuss. "Speech"