Lets see you then

The Warlord grinned as the small, young wolf made his way towards him. He was dark in coat, with the slashes known to his line in striking gold across his eye. He looked like a Fatalis wolf, through and through. His grandson. “Alright, let's have a look at you then, Levi” he said with a gentle gruffness. He crouched down, placing a paw gently against the boy's side. lifting up the pup's paw, he looked at the boy's wicked claws, his growing fangs, and lastly the spines along his scruff.

“You look like you have the making of a proud Armada warrior” he said to the tiny young wolf, scarcely more than a baby. “Want to learn how to use these?” he asked, raising his brow in a gentle challenge to the boy.


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