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New life ahead

Chilly



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
48
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,218

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06-19-2020, 10:50 PM


The Warlord chuckled softly at her questioning statement. Amused at her indecision, but also a little proud of her ability to bounce back from her torments. He knew she had been knocked down, again and again in life. Yet there still seemed to be so much hope to her. He knew this was the type of wolf Zee would tell him to protect. The type of wolf he knew would rise out of slavery, given half the chance.

She seemed to have picked a den, and despite her tiny size, managed to haul the coat many times bigger than her. He would have offered to help, had intended to, but she was already going for it. Perhaps she needed to do some things for herself.

To give her time to settle in without watching eyes, the Warlord moved away, with a parting swish of his tail, and made his way towards Io’s cottage. The healers home was close to the communal den, conveniently so. He easily closed the distance, and scratched at her door. He intended for her to look over the little wolf (He hated, even internally, calling her ‘Maggot’) and take her under Io’s wing. He felt sure his sister would be happy to help him.

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