Storm Lord
08-08-2020, 07:00 AM
"GOLIATH YMIR"
The small wolf confirmed that there were packs in the area. She then suggested her own group, explaining that they were warriors and healers. Goliath thought it over a moment. As he was thinking, Meadow offered to take him there. The beast thought the situation over harder, weighing pros and cons. On one hoof, he could train up and make himself stronger in a pack of warriors. On the other hoof, they would be less likely to bend to his will, he thought. Choices, choices. Meadow was a nice little thing brimming with enthusiasm and joy. The stallion decided that she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box and wondered if that intense energy was what had kept her alive so far in life. She was just so hyper that it shocked anything that wanted to kill her. A soft snort was given through wide nostrils. He wondered if she could talk an animal to death. Eventually, he shrugged. Maybe he could meet these wolves. There wasn't exactly anything else on his agenda. "I will meet your Armada." The behemoth tossed his foggy mane and, with a motion of his wide nose, bid the girl to take him there. |