Tyranis had never been to a market, he arrived dressed in his armor, with his knife in his jaws, interested to see what he could barter for the pig skull or the sharpened femur, but far too attached to the fine white bear cloak that made up most of his armor. He’d heard that slaves were being offered at the market and that brought back memories of Erövrare. He had tried to make slavery a possibility within the pack but had found he was far too soft for it. He had appointed Hannibal to capture slaves to fill his ranks but the man had instead enlisted his own people, ultimately causing his paranoia to fester until he was suitably insane.
He shook his head to himself to shake the memories away and instead perused the stalls, looking with interest at the crafting materials being offered, as well as sniffing curiously at the wine. Tyranis had no experiences with alcohol, he’d been too guarded all his life to allow the substance to lower his defences, but there would be a ceremony in Winterfell soon to see him knighted, and he wondered momentarily how much debauchery the white alpha would allow under his borders.
Speaking Thinking You
Tyranis has a melanistic king cobra companion named Raanee, and a half-blind raven companion named Moses unless otherwise stated assume they are always present
Although it doesn't appear on his tables Tyranis' tail has been docked
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