You're Ridiculous
05-24-2017, 05:08 PM
Ruthgar managed to push his way across the ice with his back legs, his arms stroking like they were oars on a rowboat as he made his way to the snowy shore. “Slong as eets no badger.” He chimed from behind her, his tone surprisingly light for a wolf that was usually so serious. “Jus kep in mind am no yer sister.” He added, mentally recalling his catastrophic failure with the ewe Chaos had chased onto The Maw.
Ruthgar had been trained as a “Peace keeper” in his youth; one of several wolves trained to break up fights between other members. Training that in a small pack like The Crew was all but useless. He had never needed to hunt, and had always lived off of other, more talented wolves. His fighting experience also left a lot to be desired, his training being more defensive and intended to be used as little as possible, and additionally had been largely successful when he had been one of the largest wolves in his pack.
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