A sound like thunder

Sirius

The late night air was cool, with a hint of damp. The sort of temperature that chilled to the bone, and the Warlord found himself eager to begin. Nothing warmed the blood like a battle with a stranger. Winter was always a time of restlessness to the old warrior. The fear of storms trapping him in the security of his own lands left him wondering more frequently of late.

He looked out across the familiar barren fields. The scent of earth and old blood like rust in his senses. His paws found the terrain here to be familiar. Like repeating an old routine, the rough feel of it beneath the pads of his paws steadied him. In a strange sort of sense, this battlefield was an old home to the ageing Warlord.

Tipping his head back, the wolf sheathed in the shadows let out a howl. Strong and swift, it found the wind and let the air carry it across the field. Searching for new faces, new fights.

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A sound like thunder

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Sirius