The shaved wolf returns

Sirius · 11-29-2020, 04:44 PM

The Warlord had just learned that Magnus was blind, and Basilisk was paralised. He was not a happy wolf. His border patrol was a way to run off some steam, pushing himself into an endless trot from one side of the pack to the other. How could he fight what seemed more like a paranormal activity then something physical? It was like swiping at the wind.

As he made his way back along the tall grass plains borders, he caught scent of Naiche. His support-reaper, and paused. Now would be a good time to talk to the man about stepping up and helping as Magnus adjusted to his loss of sight.

He moved into an interception course, and found-- his thoughts ground to a halt, as did his body. He came to a complete stand still, looking at the naked mole rat that had crossed his borders. For a moment he had thought it had been Naiche.

He moved closer, pushing himself into the creatures personal space and sniffing along the back of its naked head. By the gods, it was Naiche! “You shrunk!” he wasn’t exactly coherent at the moment, and the shrinking was the least of what Sirius was thinking.

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