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Sirius - long post warning



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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01-23-2021, 10:15 PM
Find #2

The light coating of snow had fallen early that morning, giving a fresh and untouched look to the Armada. A soft crunch had accommodated the Warlord on his patrols, as he walked his territory with steady familiarity. The slight form of Bast following silently behind him, and the winged form of Marshal ahead. Hunting followed patrolling, and he steadily worked in the caller, rotating the older meat and the newer as he worked. The familiar, mundane jobs required to feed and house a pack done with barely a moment's thought.

As he worked, Bast continued to scout, and It was the avian that would catch sight of the returning form first. The piercing cry of the bird alerting Sirius of her approach, a few moments before her cry shattered the still air. Placing down his burden, the Warlord backed out of the cellar, and closed its doors. Ensuring they were secured, before looping off towards the border. His towering size swallowing the distance as he approached the young wolf at his border.

With Marshal gliding lightly in the air above them, he came to a stop before her. The familiar face of Skyfire greeting him. He looked upon her for a moment, taking in the sight of the smaller wolf. Noting the new scars, and new resolve in her eyes. “You won, then?” he asked softly.

"Speech"






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