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Theory



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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02-22-2021, 07:41 PM (This post was last modified: 02-22-2021, 07:42 PM by Sirius.)

It had been a while since he had travelled more than a land away from Armada. The last litter of pups had kept him on his toes, and the Warlord found too many reasons to stick close to home. It was the scent of the jaguar that had done it. The beast had lingered by his borders, its scent pooling in one place, where clearly its paw steps had stopped to sniff at an hour old track of one of his kids.

He hunted the jaguar down, its trail leading him to the North, skirting through the Falls where Resin had once resided, and up towards the Abaven borders. The scent of young lingered here too, and he remembered the litter that had visited Ashen not too long ago.

The creature hadn’t stopped at the border as it had with the Armada. Perhaps it had caught sight of Seer and fled before it could decide if it would brave the pack. Theory hadn’t passed by this spot yet, he was sure of it. He raised his head and howled a quick summons to the Abaven Alpha. Anxious to step foot in their territory and kill the interloper before it could cause this pack any more heart break then it had already encountered. He owed it to Theory to keep her from that.


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