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New Beginnings [Sirius]



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

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

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04-08-2020, 04:35 PM


Sirius gave a decent portion of his attention to cleaning the petl, but he still kept a careful eye on the hungry wolf. As he carefully made his way along the seams, until the coat was ready to be left to dry and cure in the heat. It had dripped most of its fluids away by now, and the skin felt firm and whole beneath his paw. He was happy with the work, overall.

The other part of his attention was on Dove, who fell without grace on the kill, hunger clearly in the driver's seat as he sated his full of the deer. He noticed when Dove paused, and shuddered, and Sirius had no doubt he was remembering some past pain. The Warlord's expression darkened, and he turned his head so that Dove would not catch his expression if he looked his way. He doubted Dove would take any comfort from the anger the Alpha knew he was displaying there.

His ears twitched to catch the words Dove muttered, but they were too soft, and to his annoyance, he missed them. When Dove took a step back, Sirius took it as an invitation, and he moved forward to take a few bites from the carcass himself. He paid no mind to stepping in the blood-stained grass. He was already well-coated in red, and no minding now would change that.

"Speech"