Hushed Willows Juramentum

Teagan was a fast learner, and the Solothurn monarch hoped to condition the young wolf to man this helm one day, in the event that he should lose the ability to do so himself. He watched the green-eyed rogue go, chatting thoughtlessly with the aurelian elder beside as they waited for the gamma's return. Warbone unabashedly watched the area his subordinate had disappeared— without losing any attention for his present companion— but there was a noticeable shift in his body when Teagan did return with a reserve from one of their many caches.

He hadn't looked tense, but there was a deeper relief set to his broad body now, and he rose eagerly as a miscellaneous pile of small dead prey was deposited before Nova Rose. Warbone nipped Teagan's neck affectionately, turning his body so that he stood beside him now, motioning with the pressure of his side that he wanted the male to lie down. The bronze titan sunk to his belly at the side of his fire-backed compatriot, and his olive eyes were trained on the epsilon settled to snack before them. "Would you tell us a story over breakfast?" he voice light, and his gaze intent.