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Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
800
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
538
player
lunarcat7

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12-30-2019, 08:01 PM
Álarr carefully examined the sticks he'd grabbed when he heard paw steps. He turned around to see Tyrian and he smiled gently. It felt like it'd been awhile since he'd spent time with his brother. They'd both been pursing their own interests and Álarr's desire to learn healing almost always took him outside of pack lands. It sounded like Tyr had his own stuff to work on. "Sure! Take a seat. I was just going to try and make a couple spears. I'm thinking of maybe sticking them in a pit or moat or something though that will require a lot."

Álarr giggled as soon as he made the Sparrow connection. At first he thought Tyrian was working on something that would interest birds. "She still going on about being the pirate queen? Whatcha working on?" He leaned down and grabbed a stick then settled his body on it lengthwise wit the top portion between his paws.