Blood In The Water

The Warlord watched her as she shook out her coat. The traces of red were lost in the rustic tones of her fur, until she shook it free. The droplets splattered the earth by her feet, and he felt some satisfaction for knowing he had landed a good hit. She’d gotten in a good lick of her own of course. He put his paw back to earth, now that it wasn’t likely to get infected, and let himself forget about it.

“I’m Sirius, Warlord of the Armada. Fighting is in my blood.” He explained without a hint of modesty. He knew where his strengths lay. “You speak as if you haven’t met many wolves here. Are you new to these lands?”

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