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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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04-24-2021, 02:00 PM

He stood beside Venom, his attention on the white wolf that had called them here. She spoke of having news for Venom and having this be a chance to open communication between them. That was what they needed, and there would be no protests from him.

The news she shared with Venom however started the Warlord. He knew that Magnus and Deathbelle were expecting, it was what had led to the man leaving the Armada. After that, he had never shown up in Recluse’s pack? He had never gone to Deathbelle? He stared at Recluse in dumb shock. He had set the man to his mate to be with their children. Instead, his childhood friend was left alone once again? He itched with the desire to see her, but knew stirring things up again now would only hurt the both of them. Dammit, Magnus.

He shook it off, letting her words on communication take precedence. ”Communication is key. Working together, we can share our knowledge and resources until all of us thrive. With that in mind, I offer the chance for either of you to send a small group of wolves to the Armada for training in warfare.”


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