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Ion and Pack



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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

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01-10-2020, 08:21 PM
He was prepared to stand his ground, and force the healer into the cart (for her own good) if it came to that. Before he had to, Resin stepped in, ordering her daughter. She might have been of a lower rank then the healer, but she was, at the end of the day, still her mother. Sirius his his smile, knowing it would do more harm then good.

He watched Io stalk off, wincing quietly with each bloody step she took, and waited until she was far enough away. “You guys did good, thank you. Turns out you do earn your keep.” he said to Roan, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder (the uninjured one) before heading back to the cart.

He waited until she was in the wagon, and helped Zee into place beside her. He gave his wife a kiss, and refrained from giving Io a friendly pat. Instead, he left her to have her space and went off to find a certain wolf whose expertise he currently needed. He knew Luce couldn't be far