ardent

Who needs sleep

Magnus



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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05-28-2020, 02:48 AM
He had left the cat in Magnus’s capable paws. He had finished making the cuts with his cat-like claws, and all that was left was to finish the separation, and to hang the pelt. Yawning, the Warlord had returned to his bed, and slept until the early hours of the morning. Even after pulling a late night, he couldn’t fathom sleeping in.

Rising, he went about his patrol, giving Magnus a chance to catch a little more sleep. When the hour was more reasonable, he returned to the communal space. It would be an easier place to find the Warlord, and his newest recruit had found a bed in one of the dens that lay here.

Lifting his head, he let out a soft howl, summoning the man to him. It was time to test his capabilities, and place him into the pack accordingly.


"Speech!"

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