We Were Making The Bullets To A Broken Gun
09-22-2015, 06:36 PM
He had just crossed back over the boundaries of Abaven when a howl rang out for him, coming from Allen. His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned directions, not really in the best mood to have a conversation. He just wanted to curl up in his den and sleep. Scowl deep set on his maw, he paused when the brown based man came into view. Giving him a curt nod, he flopped to his rump with a harsh thud. Raising a single brow, he waited for the other to speak. It was very, very clear that he wasn't down for this. But it was Allen, and he was his friend, and had been for quite some time. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. His hackles settled along his spine, but his face didn't relax at all. He really hoped that Allen just wanted to have a chat about what to do with the members of Threar. He wanted to keep as much of his family close as he could, but with only two lands he could only handle a few more. With his own children on the way, Allen and Nona's young ones, as well as Quelt and Limno's babies, there was very little room for anyone else. There had to be some other solution to keep them all here, or at least close. |
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