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Ion and Pack



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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01-13-2020, 04:07 PM
Sirius frowned at Io, wondering what was going through her mind. He had never seen her act so childish, nor surley in the time he had known her. He had believed her above such things, especially when she had berated him so strongly for the time he had acted so when injured. She had wrestled him down to doing right by his body, and he had trusted her, and accepted it. Now she in turn, had decided to limp along for an entire day’s journey on a bad foot, for absolutely no reason. They didn’t need her to pull any sleds, nor scout for food. They had space for her in a wagon, and other healers that could see to her.

Why did this matter so much to her? Why did she want to push herself in pain? Did she feel she deserved it? He thought about her past, and what he had known about her thus far. He thought about how she would react if she was him, and he her right now. She would bonk him on the nose, and tell him he was being a right fool.

“Let the healer look at you Io, we have the resources, and the time. I won’t have you dealing with the pain the entire journey if you don’t have to.” voice still soft as he considered her. He hadn’t wanted the fuss himself, but he had seen sense when she had made him do so. Would she see the same? He willed her to consider the fact that they were siblings, and it was their job to look out for each other. That was all he was doing.