while we're alive

Sirius · (This post was last modified: 05-05-2020, 02:32 AM by Sirius.)

Fatalis

A howl at the border brought the training session to a close. He finished correcting Morts leg work, and stepped back, telling him to continue the exercise well he was gone. The titanic Warlord looped away from the beach, joined as he moved by the silent, prowling form of Bast. Marshal was already at the border, circling the air above the stranger and his clutch of pups.

He was surprised to find what waited for him there. A young wolf, flanked by what appeared to be two mutts. Pups, in fact, young and wide eyed. One didn't see dogs every day. The only ones he knew were the half... quarter? breeds that had been born in Deathbelle’s pack. He ignored them, focusing his attention on the wolf with them. He did not recognize the wolf, and as he approached, he felt the smell of his pack might be vaguely familiar. Seer hadn't been sticking his paws in the politics jar, so he didn't know much more than that. "Welcome to the Armada, I'm Sirius Fatalis, its Warlord. what can I do for you?" He asked, keeping his words polite, and his distance enough to see and defend against a strike.

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