Make me a warrior

Torin was on patrol when he heard the call, not far further ahead of him. The slate man picked up his pace, quickly closing the distance between himself and unknown woman on his border. A sort of warriness went over him as he approached, now more than ever he was cautious with strangers at his borders, aware of his children roaming about. Luckily this time the stranger had chosen a place away from the den so she was unlikley to cross that line.

Torin stopped a respectable distance away, tipping his head up slightly and lifting his tail in a dominant display. "I am Torin Adravendi-Valentine, Dux of Lirim, what brings you to my borders?" He ran his gaze over the woman, noting with a bit of surprise she was young, just a yearling really.

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