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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
08-25-2019, 03:43 PM


With so many pups running around Ashen, border patrols and safety measures where as important as ever. He had just finished clearing out a coyote nest that had settled a mile from the border. Taking them out had been proactive, to ensure they could never wonder too close to the packs borders. Still licking blood from his fangs, he started his way towards the lake, the main source of water for the Klein pack, when something orangy streaked towards him.

He paused in his stride, looking to the pup, who was very clearly looking the other way, before it smacked into Sirius side. He had to wince for the pup, that had to hurt. This wasn’t one of Deathbelles, but he recognised the scent of Dutch on his coat. He hadn’t seen that wolf in quite some time, but knew she was around.

Sirius took a step back to take a look at the boy, but he was already recovering, and came charging in like a spitfire. He expected an attack, the pups in Ashen where fiery, to say the least, but instead the boy bounced about his legs. Sirius squatted down so his head was closer to the tiny pups height. Marshall, who had been scouting the borders with him, began to glide downwards, and landed near the boy. Even his vulture was larger than the pup. “Too big?” he mused “That just sounds like an easier target. You know how you take on big wolves?” he asked the pup.

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