Whitebark Stream cerno

germanicus listened politely, but it was not something he had ever heard done. those with royal blood filled the halls of their palaces by producing many hallowed offspring. perhaps artyom did not mean to be so. or perhaps he did not understand the danger of allowing cubs without his blood to be brought up. 

they would usurp him.

the warhound saw no merit in suggesting this to his new leader; germanicus only stretched his closed lips in a close approximation of a wan smile. "i will hunt for them today." et octo. he considered tiberius a brief and agonized moment, then put the image away. "do we have others nearby? any who might bring risk?"