ardent

don't cramp my style, old man



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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05-15-2022, 04:30 PM


The Warlord watched in silence as Levi let his nose guide him. The pups were still learning to truly navigate with their senses, but Levi seemed to have a good handle on what he was scenting. Of course, the decay was hard to miss. That he noticed the lack of trails was good. This wasn’t a path easily taken.

The Warlord, sniffing himself, nodded his head in agreement. “Bats, too. Faint.” it was subtle under the stronger smell of decay. Levi however should know the smell of bats. His father had one for a companion. “Pick a direction” he encouraged as they moved further into the crypt.


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