bury a friend

The half-blind raven landed on one of the spidery white branches of the strange trees that comprised the forest and gave a heralding croak. Tyranis skulked toward the two, his golden eyes glinting with interest as he saw Leera standing beside a grand dark male. “Sister Leera.” He greeted with a warmth he never showed for his taskmaster and stepped closer to brush against her in an uncharacteristically affectionate greeting if she allowed it.

His eyes glanced over the black male appreciatively, strength rippling off of him and piquing the high lord’s interest. With most of his pack seeming to favor Hannibal and the brown bitch he bedded Tyranis was eager to curry favor with whoever he could, in particular with the newest additions to his pack. “Who is this?” He purred stepping away to circle the male with his head raised, exuding dominance.

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