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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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04-17-2021, 02:29 PM


He smiled at little Ada, the first to arrive. She was an upbeat young thing, and a fairly new addition to the pack. His eyes glanced behind the young wolf to his amnesia victim. She needed training and direction to properly contribute to the Armada, and he gave her allowances for her injuries to heal first.

Ah! One of his young daughters appeared, and he reached over to drag Gossy close enough to kiss her brow. A lot of small wolves, but height seemed almost irrelevant in the fact of what they would be hunting.

Stjarna answered his call, and then another of his children. Briar received the same treatment as Gossy, and Ophelia did as well when she appeared. His apprentice Take The Silent. Sirius acknowledged him with a nod as he settled, before shifting to Valor. In the absence of any higher ranking wolves - and in fact, being the only wolf to appear other than Sirius himself who was over the tender age of two, he was grateful to have the old fighter.

“Alright, you aren’t going to believe truly without seeing for yourself, so lets move out” the Warlord directed, before falling into an easy loop in the direction he had left the beasts. As he moved, he spoke. “Valor, in the absence of any higher ranking wolves, I'll have you help me take point in this hunt.” He would be a fool not to make use of his experience. ”Mo, you’ll watch over the runners when those one year and older close in.” he turned his head to meet Mo’s eyes. He was young himself, but on the brink of two and having left his childhood home, he seemed more mature than his age. He would help keep the young wolves out of trouble. With the young being his own pups, but for Take, who might as well be - it was a serious job. But, Mo was a healer, and he would be one of the best suited here for ensuring they were safe.

It wasn’t long before the mammoths were in sight - seeing them well and truly before they were close. “Now, strategy - if you have an idea, speak up” this was directed to all his wolves.