Moonspear The beaten

"Valour. Warlord of the Nightwalkers." Osiris quirked a brow; the visitor's title was ... interesting, to say the least. @Hydra had once told him of Moonspear's allies to the south, but he had never met them—nor did he know that they flaunted such titles. Valour went on to explain why he had called for the Alpha, and Osiris understood. He did not pity the Warlord—sometimes, packs dispersed.  It was a natural, and most times unavoidable, occurrence; only the strongest survived. 

"Your presence here speaks volumes," Osiris complimented. "I know that she will be sad to have missed you and will appreciate your update." Despite his ornate title, Valour seemed to be a man of honor—that much he had to respect. "I will make it my priority to pass along the message," he promised. 

Although Osiris did not appreciate Bronco's prying, he now found himself conceiving similar thoughts. His ears swiveled, and he fixed their visitor with a curious cast; what was next for Valour?