Found a Way

The Warlord snorted at that “They deserved no kindness” he remarked dryly, though perhaps he would have granted Archon a measure of it if it had been within his power. Not for the Abraxas’s wolf’s sake, but for Deathbelles.

He flexed his deline-like claws as she motioned towards it, inclining his head. “Good eye” he remarked. Listening as she went on to explain her view. “Aye.” he agreed lightly, thinking of the ever increasing amount of Fatalis wolves now roaming this continent. “There are advantages to these strange things we were born with, but we are still just wolves. The things we do, we do because of our own moralities, and not those of some supposed god.” He shook his head, lest he let himself fall down a tangent. “Regardless. Your pack sounds intriguing, Genetrix Manea, and I wish you and yours luck.” he said, getting to his paws. “Your pack is still young, and I am sure you haven’t yet had much time to accumulate everything you need. Tell me, would you like some of our surpass metals to forge your own weapons, or some skins and cloaks for bedding or armour? A gift, from leader to leader”

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