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Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
823
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
542
player
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
12-08-2019, 11:33 AM
Álarr trotted after Valdís, panting as he went. He had his armor and weapons packed, as well as his regular medicine bag. It was a lot to carry and he was getting warm, thankfully he was large and strong enough to carry the load. Brynhildr flew along above him while Afi trotted along beside. Brynhildr wasn't keen on the fighting but Afi felt it was important and so did Valdís so here they were. He settled down next to Valdís and glanced about at the faces already there. He was nervous. He didn't want to disappoint his family or his pack but the experience he could gain in fighting new opponents would be worth it in the end… at least he hoped.