Crossing paths

"Magnus, nice to meet you." He nodded as he finished approaching, giving some distance between them but close enough to talk without projecting their voices. The man was a bit more familiar to him, but only in minor sight and smell. He'd of course picked up on his scent when he returned from the mission, but his scent seemed to have not lingered long after he'd left. "I've been around a while, but I went on a mission for Sirius for a while. I've only just returned a few days ago, actually." He relaxed into a sit, enjoying the cooling summer air as a breeze coursed through his fur.

"You seem like a young, promising warrior for the Armada." He smiled, wondering if this would be the packmate he'd take with him on a hunt or choose to spar with. He was itching for either, it didn't matter really. His age and experience might have a leg up on the younger male, but you never knew with these young wolves anymore. Sure Magnus had the years under his proverbial belt, but that hardly meant anything anymore. "How long have you been with us?" He questioned, wondering how much of his age he'd spent training with the Armada.

"Speech!"

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