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Just a quiet night?



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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08-11-2020, 04:36 PM

Stepping through the shadows, the dark-coated Warlord is another smudge against the night. The glint of silvers from scar-like markings down his face and rump like starlight catching upon stones. Often, his patrols lead him through these tall, willowy trees. More than once he had caught a too-brash predator lounging near the borders of his pack. He found it best to keep his scent fresh even through these rogue lands.

The scent of blood would catch his attention, and drive his muzzle into the direction of the autumn wolf. The sound of crunching paws, and lapping of a stream would drive him in the right direction. Stopped beside the stream, a decent few lengths from the stranger, the Warlord would let his eyes drift to the bloody remains of the duck, and back to the man. He was a small wolf, made so compared to Warlord and sons. ‘How’s the hunting?” he asked the stranger, wondering if his voice would come as a surprise, or if the other had yet sensed his presence.

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