Chapter 448: The Warrior Elect
The wolf riders and pen keepers slowly returned as Blueberry left. Stryg couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched the black frost wolf stomp away. Sigte had allowed him to play with the pup he had found, but he had been forced to let him go that very night. He had worried that the pup would struggle in Vulture Woods, but he was glad to see Blueberry was doing well after all these years.
“War Master?”
The title still set his stomach into uncomfortable twists. Stryg suppressed his anxious grimace and turned to Lykos with a calm expression. “Yes, War Elect?”
“Please, Lykos will do fine,” the older goblin said politely.
“In that case, please call me Stryg.” He felt uncomfortable calling the Warrior Elect by his name, but he felt worse being called War Master, the leader of the Sylvan armies, and the one responsible for their victory… or defeat.
“As you wish,” Lykos nodded.
“So, if it wasn't for Blueberry, why did you call me to the wolf pens?”
“Ah, I would have rathered a more enclosed setting, but I have to oversee and prepare the riders for the upcoming battles.”
“You’re busy? Should I come back later?”