Dogs of War
08-22-2018, 11:52 AM
Dumois stumbled as he walked, still recovering from his latest excursion to the spirit world and the impending hangover that came with it. At his side Bon Temps flagged his side reflexively holding his hand out to right the priest as he walked. As the two arrived Dumois casted his serpentine eyes about them. Who the fuck were these people? He’d never seen a single one of them before, but then he reflected, he had only actually met the leader and one other girl since arriving. He supposed now was his chance to finally meet his packmates and at least learn their names.
He yawned and shook out his fur, what were they all here for anyway? He looked lazily over the ring of stones and felt his expression sour slightly. Fighting. Of course. He hoped silently that he could be excused from the training on the pretense of being a healer. He’d never fought a day in his life and he didn’t intend to start now. Bon Temps took a silent tally of the pack, his beady black eyes lingering over the tan and gunmetal colored wolf. He lifted his lip in a wide grin, displaying his gigantic teeth, his eyes never leaving the young male's
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