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Sirius · 12-23-2019, 12:18 AM

The honey badger had taken him by surprise. He had strayed too close to its kits as he patrolled the borders of the land he would eventually fully claim. The bastard had fought dirty, and the fight had gone on longer than he pleased. By the time he sunk his unnatural, elongated fangs into its throat, it had had already scored a nasty cut along the length of his foreleg. He watched the blood rivlet for a while, before it slowed. He curled his lips in distaste, reluctant to bring yet another wound to his healer, who had scolded him enough for the leg he had broken the season past.

He did the foolish thing, and ignored the wound, continuing his patrol for a distance, before branching off and heading into the terratory known as the Alabaster Shrine.
It had been only a few seasons since he had made his challenge here at the Shrine, and walked away a King. he did not keep this section of land as his own, despite Deathbelles desire to own it, and had cast his net to the plain’s around it. He knew his Empress would take this place once the volcano activity died down and it proved safe and habitable to live here once more. The Empress, he knew, did not come here as often as he did. Therefore Sirius, her knight protector, strayed past the Shrine every once in a while, to ensure the territory lay still and vacant.

He had never liked this territory, never felt, nor understood the strange desire so many had to claim it for themselves. Wars had been fought for this land, for the symbol the Shrine represented. For whatever deity each wolf had believed it stood for. Sirius believed in no gods, and misty water left nothing but distaste in his senses. He had claimed this territory for the sake of his Empress, and that was where his desire both geban and ended.

He ignored the chill of the morning, of the way it bit into his wound as he moved closer to where he knew the pool lay. He did not get a chance to see it, before he was distracted by the presence of another. The wolf, as small to him as a child, with colors in his coat dark enough to blend into the misty morning, moved away from the Shrine. Had he also come to pray to whatever deity he believed in? The Titan beast could hardly rebuke him, when no scent markers stood fresh across the territory. Regardless, Sirius needed to know if this man would pose a threat to their incoming requisition of this land. “Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked mildly, words slipping past his fangs as he ground to a halt, towering above the stranger even in his seated position.

The soft ‘wumph’ of wings sounded behind him, and he knew the vulture that he had trained from egg glided down behind him, great blue-black wings beating against the cool chill of the air before he landed upon the shoulder of the Warlord wolf.

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