Misery Business
Sirius
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
03-13-2021, 08:46 PM
The Warlord inclined his head, got back to his paws, and started them back in the direction they had gone. “Very well, the Armada is a closely-knit pack of warriors. The wolves that come to the Armada are often without family, but become so to their pack mates.” Or perhaps that was just Seer’s influence. He had a habit of adopting most of the wolves that came his way. All his enlarged family were those he had chosen to be his kin. “We specialise in fighting, through we do have hunters and healers within our ranks. When the pack began, it was our prerogative to protect the Ashen Empire - our neighbouring pack. I was a wolf of them first, and that loyalty has extended to my pack. We have since grown and become instead a close ally of them, but that initial direction shaped us” He found himself explaining much of the Armada history to Valor with those words. The pack might not have a grand history or be passed down from family to family, but it was something he had built from the ground up. He had built the pack, and built families within it. They reached the pack borders and as they approached, he found another wry smile on his lips. Valor had called to him in the first place to enter the pack - but this hadn’t been what he had had in mind. He turned to Valor then, and brushed his side against the other wolf. “I have overzealous new leaders within my higher ranks” His eyes danced as he explained his reasoning for brushing his scent against the other wolf. He had high hopes for Asla, his own daughter, and Shard. |
