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Zeefood diet

Zee



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
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Dire wolf
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Balanced
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01-11-2022, 07:10 PM (This post was last modified: 01-11-2022, 07:12 PM by Sirius. Edited 1 time in total.)
With a small pot of oyster and mussel soup tucked in his maw, the Warlord returned to the den that he and his Wife shared. Walking by the little inlet, and the bridge he had crafted for their children to play on. Children that had now grown up into young adults, both litters of them. A strange thing to consider.

Shaking his head, he gave the bridge a fond pat, wondering if it was time now to dismantle it. He and Zee were getting on in age, and he did not know if their relationship would ever return to that level of intimacy. He ignored the tightening in his chest. Knowing he would hold the roll of her friend for however long she needed, even if that was until the end of their days. No matter how much that made his heart feel heavy.

He reached the door to the house and wiped his paws on the mat at the entrance. “Zee, will you meet me in the dining room?” he called as he turned right into their ever-extending den and sat in the place made for their meals.

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