ardent

In the storm where the lost souls howl

Resin



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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04-29-2021, 10:29 PM


He leaned more heavily against the cell as she turned the conversation down a more serious path. “I know Resin, I know.” He said softly. He wasn’t a healer, he didn’t know enough about injuries in the brain. The best healers were on her case, and they were all hanging their heads in sorrow.

Never in a hundred years would she have struck at Tamsyn if she had any control over herself. His throat constricted, watching her face down her own doom with stoic certainty. He didn’t know any wolf stronger than Resin.

“That’s why I’m here. I’m training with Tamsyn, getting her confidence back up. I’ll guard your cell, and be nearby if you need anything. I’m here for you Resin, like you were for me.”

He swallowed, and put a paw on the bars, looking at the quiet, dark wolf within. “I know it doesn't need to be said, but I’m going to go ahead and say it anyway. You became a mother to me, and I love you. I love those that you love, and will do anything in my power to protect them.”


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