A small adventure

It was good to see her confidence, he knew that her clumsiness with her paws was a drain on her self-esteem. Letting the younger wolf take the lead, the Warlord followed after her on silent paws as she sniffed the air. Keeping a careful eye on her so he didn’t step on her toes when she paused to check the scents on the wind.

“Very good” The Warlord whispered quietly, hunching down beside her as he surveyed the longhorn. “Now, pick your target, and keep that longhorn in your mind. Do you wish to bait or lie in wait?’ he asked, leaving it in her paws.


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