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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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05-27-2020, 01:54 PM

Sirius contemplated how well the man had worked with him, the seamlessness of the operation that took out the Panther. He suspected that Magnus would rise quickly in the ranks, and perhaps would one day be one of his lieutenants.

With the beast over his shoulder, his bear and leopard companions at his heels, he would lead his newest recruit home. It wasn’t far from the Weeping Woods to Armada territory, and he took the man first to the communal area. Here, the pack laws were carved into a great obelisk, and some meters away a fire pit was dug into the earth and layered with stones. Even now soft embers lingered from the last pieces of fire that had been placed in its belly.

The cat, Sirius took to the supplies cellar which lay in the opposite side of the Obelisk to the firepit. The entire space was flattened, and the end lines of the communal meeting space could be seen from where the grasses rose tall again. Dens littered the space, some taken, and many not. They stood ready to be filled with new wolves, or a temporary home where needed. He placed the cat by the door that led underground, and left it there. It would need to be calved, and separated from its pelt, the food dried. “Feel free to take a look around” the Warlord offered

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