And...cue the dancing bears.

Sirius · 04-01-2021, 09:01 PM

After the attack on his pack lands, the Warlord was making his way North. The easiest path was to follow the frozen stream as it wound its way West, inching closer and closer to the Northern territories as it went. It skirted around Fireside, and he abandoned its course as he made his way into Veteran’s Plateau.

Not many wolves were willing to brave the freezing temperatures and leave their packs or borrows. He assumed it was for this reason that he ran into no wolves until the Plateau. Of course, it could be that loners had the same misfortune befall them - without the might of a pack to back them up. The night was going to be forever etched into his memory. Of the dire wolves as they invaded his territory, and fought the Armada wolves as they had formed a protective ring around their young, and fought for their lives. If the Titan found any of the ice-age dire wolves in his path, he knew what he would do to them.

Marshal, who scouted the way before the Warlord let out a piercing cry, warning Sirius that he was no longer alone. Slinking into a crouch, the scarred wolf made his way into the plateau, circling the spot Marshal had cried above. Bast, the snow leopard, left his side and began to circle in the opposite direction. The Bear remained where he had started, sinking into a crouch to wait and see where she was needed. Between the four of them, they effectively surrounded the stranger. Sirius was taking no chances, he was at War with those who had wronged him. He approached the wolf from behind as their rear dangled helplessly in the air, their head occupied doing… something inside of an abandoned structure. “Speak, wolf, or die.” Sirius snarled.

"Speech"

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