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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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

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05-10-2020, 12:42 AM

Sirius could often be found in the Prairie. A pack full of warriors had a lot of mouths to feed, and he didn’t have a great deal of hunters among them. He spent a lot of his free time bringing down prey for them all. He hadn’t been much of a hunter before becoming an Alpha, but he was getting rather well versed in the practice now.

He was stalking through the Prairie, Bast at his feet, Marshal in the air, and his newest companion, the miniature female bear lumbering along behind him. As he moved as quietly as the small party was able to through the herds, deciding on a beast to pick out, he would see the young wolf, lying in the grass.

He recognised the scent of her, she had been on that of Mortis and Azure a few times lately, and Mortis in fact had mentioned a young wolf helping him out on hunts. This must be that wolf, and he owed her one for hunting and fighting with his brood. Hello, Mæva is it? I’m Mortis and Azure’s father. Are you out on a hunt?” ' he whispered quietly, hunkering down in the grass besides the tiny wolf.

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