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Quiet Reflection



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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He paused in surprise when she told him to be careful, and put away her own gourd. He hadn’t even realised he was still drinking from it. He also gave a startled laugh as she reminded him of one particular incident. Ah, yes, he had forgotten about that. He shook his head at himself. He had almost made it worse. No matter how much the cabin fever had been eating away at him, no excuse.

“I hope becoming a teacher will give her that purpose” he commented, a little more somber with the thought of a wounded warrior. One that will never be the same, that was perhaps one of his worst fears. “Yes - she did volunteer at the meeting” he reminded his sister. “It's a position any of them can win if they show enough merit” he didn’t want to give the position away, he needed one who could earn it.

He leaned closer, wrapping a paw around his sister as she spoke of having children. He wanted it to be so, for her sake, but he was afraid to give her hope. “You would make an amazing mother”

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