Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Sirius · 10-06-2021, 10:14 PM

Sirius hadn’t kept track of Acere, the man and his family had been quiet in the North. His opinion of the man had never improved since the fight for slaves that the Warlord had won. Incendium itself had played little part in the world, and had slipped from the Warlord thoughts for a long time now. It all came careening back to him as he caught wind of the challenge for the pack lands.

Unanswered by the leader itself, but another it seemed desired the lands. The Warlord entered the area, and his eyes glanced over the Pirate bitch. The wolf who had tried to take Hana away from them. Who had unleashed her wolves on the lands beside his. Whos wolf had burnt his land, maimed his daughter, and knocked out his Heir. Who had tried to kidnap his other heir.

His eyes fell on Theory, a wolf he considered an Ally. A wolf who sat rather clearly in the camp of Sparrow. His eyes flicked to the Abaven leader, and his mouth sat grimly. He said nothing, but made note of this potential alliance. Did Theory know that the wolf she was making her bed with liked to burn pack lands and maim daughters? Making his way to the other challengers. The dire brute, and the purple lady. He did not recognise these wolves, but there was a faint familiarity to their scent. Had they been around Ashen at some point? “I am Sirius Fatalis, Warlord of the Ashen Armada” he murmured quietly to the large brute. Starting up a dialogue with the stranger. What was that saying? The enemy of my enemy….

"Speech"

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