To the hunt!

The Warlord quirked a brow as Grimshaw answered his call. The Warrior should have been resting. He eyed him for a moment, and then let out a soft sigh. “Bed rest was never my strong suit either” he said wryly. And with that, he gave the injured wolf permission to come along with him.

“I was thinking deer, we need some warm coats for winter, and meat to preserve” he explained, as he moved away from the cellar, leading Grimshaw with him. He made his way to the border alongside the woods. “You want to do the chasing or the take down?” he asked as they left the Armada, and moved into the following woods.


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