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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,218

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12-25-2019, 01:07 AM

A wolf that was not a wolf that called himself Bird. He began to wonder if the man was more than a little confused. “Well met, Bird” Sirius said, putting nothing of his amusement into the word. He kept things a little more professional, and a touch chilling. He wasn’t going to let the man feel comfortable, not when he would be working within striking distance of the titan’s neck. Sirius’s trust did not run deep, not of wolves that were not his and this mad was not that. Not yet, at least.

The man dipped the sponge, and held it above Sirius’s wound. The cool water ran over his wound, and he bit back the minor wince that accompanied the feeling. Well, he was the fool for messing with an angry honey badger, he deserved a little ache. The creatures fought dirty, and fought to win, live or die.

Bast sat down close to both wolves, watching intently as the small healer, Bird, got to work. When he directed the Snow Leopard to refill the bowl, she did so. Grabbing it delicately in feline jaws and dipping it in the water, before bringing it back to him. “What brings you out here, Bird?” he asked, partly to fill the silence, but also to learn what ties he might have in this world. It always paid to find out who might come after you if you stole a wolf.

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