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Alarr



Álarr

Avalon
Beta

Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
823
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
542
player
lunarcat7

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02-26-2020, 06:43 PM

Álarr was nervous despite himself but he was also excited. Excited for the new pack, for his brother's rule and especially to be heading back to their homeland. He was also excited for the opportunity to prove himself in a high rank in his field of interest. As the rest of the pack filtered out Tyrian came over to talk to Álarr.

Álarr listened as Tyrian laid out the duties of the rank and he nodded lightly as he listened. He'd known he'd take care of wolves but he hadn't quite considered the livestock. That wasn't a deal breaker though. Morbid though it might have been most of Álarr's practice was on prey animals. He couldn't very well go around abducting other wolves to practice on. Well, technically he probably could but he wouldn't endanger the pack with such behavior.

Álarr smiled. "You bet I am."