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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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05-26-2020, 02:20 PM

When the panther had entered the water, it was chance to Sirius if it had moved East or West along the watery path, he had sent his companions one way, and himself moved this one. Which had taken him not to a panther, but a stranger who wasn’t opposed to hunting with the Warlord in the middle of the night.

Sirius followed the wake of the bird, who slowed his wingbeats to ensure he did not lose the wolves. As they walked, Magnus would break the quiet with his question. The larger wolf tossed him a glance, considering, before he spoke. “My pack lies one land over from this one. The creature had the audacity of crossing my border, and now it will face the consequences of its transgression.” He explained. Sirius did not easily let lie an insult.

As they approached, Marshal rose into the air, and out of view into the night one more. His dark blue coat mingling with the night. Sirius crouched down, indicating to Magnus that they were close. The Warlord picked up the scent now, finding where it had left the stream, and moved West. The hunt was on.

“Head around, cut the creature off, i’ll come at it from this angle” he whispered to Magnus.

"Speech"