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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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age
11 Years
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Dire wolf
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08-19-2020, 06:29 PM (This post was last modified: 08-19-2020, 06:38 PM by Sirius.)



The Warlord left the empty den with a hollow, irritated feeling in his gut. His wolf was gone, without a trace. Her scent had faded by the border, confirming she had not slipped out for a short joint across rogue territories. Her den had gathered dust, and the empty feeling of a vacant, un-lived in home.

He had given her time, had howled for her return, and hoped she was simply taking her time returning to him. His hopes had faded as the days past, as his Reaper had not returned. Was she missing, hurt, or had simply left? None of these options boded well. If she was injured out there, she must be found and brought into the safety of home. If she had been stolen, those who took her would die. Simple as that.

If she had left, then she was a traitor. He would be forced to hunt her down to set an example to his wolves, on what happened if you broke Pack Law. he did not like any of these options, and his gut felt sour with anger, frustration, and grief.

His pacing steps brought him to the communal space of his lands, and he raised his head skyward. The taste sour on his tongue as he raised his head and howled the news to his pack. Spread throughout the pack the news that Malalia Fatalis, his adopted daughter and the packs Reaper, was missing, and requested those that intended to help with the search to come to him.

"Speech"