ardent

I ain't gon stop till I've gone too far



Theory

Avalon
Healer

Master Fighter (250)

Master Healer (240)

An icon representing the specialty Fertile Fertile

age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
548
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
805
player
Xarae

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08-23-2021, 05:27 PM



She sat slowly back on her haunches as the stranger opened his mouth and babbled in a strange tongue. Well. She hadn't been expecting that. It was unlikely that he couldn't understand her - he looked well-fed, smelled like he belonged to a pack. Theory hadn't caught wind of any Boreas packs that only spoke one language. Aurielle's pack had an ancient tongue that they protected, but they all spoke the common language as well.

Theory welcomed Suspense to sit at her side as she approached. She'd noticed her smallest sister join the patrol a little ways back - if they hadn't been interrupted by this pup interloper, she had been about to ask her about her day. Her father's youngest litter had reached their yearling majority. Soon it would be time for them to make more concrete choices about their life; would they pursue advanced training in Abaven or set out on their own? Theo desperately hoped they would stay, but she wouldn't stand in their way if they decided to leave. "Well, I'm not sure who this is," she replied to her sister, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Would you like to tell us who you are, or am I going to have to chase you off?"

"Speech"



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