Dogs of War

Tyranis lifted his ears at the familiar call of his former packmate. Acere the mysterious warrior that had seen such potential in him. He was hardly surprised the man had joined Ruina, even in Dauntless he had sensed something underlying the man’s motives for following him, now he felt he understood what those motives were. He paced back into his den to wake his son then raced down the mountain side to greet the older male with his companion coiled around his neck.

“Acere.” He greeted with a respectful dip of his head as he approached him. “Good to see you again, and in such fortunate circumstances.” He said with a characteristically wise grin. He looked over the ring admiringly and shook out his fur with a low grunt. He was ready to fight, ready to shed blood for Ruina. If what he planned on telling his father would come to pass all of them would need this for the wars to come.

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