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*Crusade* · 07-01-2013, 08:52 AM

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So, the Seracians were facing some trouble? A predator complex in the mind of a prey animal, and one large enough to squash a wolf just by sidestepping? Sounded like fun. Crusade listened with perked ears and a raised brow. Gerhardt certainly had his work cut out for him. He cared so much about the safety of his packmates; seemed every time Crusade came down, he was working on something new.
"Well, if you're looking for an extra pair of paws on deck - you've got mine, Gerhardt." The old wolf rolled her shoulders, idea beginning to appeal to her more and more. "What counts as large game is everyday food for a Glaciem."

Though she was aware that Gerhardt might be hesitant to allow a wolf of her age in on the excitement, her offer was most earnest. It would be good for her. After all, she was still taking part in the occasional hunt up North, so she knew her joints wouldn't just give out, and she'd come to the South looking for a change of pace; this could be just what the medic ordered.

As she waited eagerly for an answer, she couldn't help but let her gaze slip aside to keep watch over her boy. Creator only knew how difficult it had been keeping up with her three sons - Creed and Cross alone had already gone out on untold trips. She couldn't turn her back for a second! Then again, she'd been just as bad at their age, hadn't she? Her poor mother. How had Clash done it? At this point Cross was creeping closer and closer to the lumbering cattle. The eagle Robin had a literal bird's eye view of the area, but somehow that didn't make Crusade more comfortable about her son's security. "If there's a beast like that on the loose," Crusade murmured to the King, "then it's only a matter of time before someone else gets hurt." Even with the instincts of a commander and a mother combined, the old Timber cross would not presume to tell a lord what to do in his own home, however, she did think it which to bring that fact to the surface. Back in Glaciem, it was sometimes the duty of the Chief to lead hunts against bears or boars or wild cats. Just earlier that winter Gargoyle and a group of his Braves had rid the North of a monstrous black bear.

"Speech."

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