skirting dangerously close

Sirius grimaced at the mention. “What fool starts shit with another pack right before she;s about to burst with puppies?” He said, shaking his head at Sparrow’s foolishness. She deserved the trauma of her lost fight with Azure. Deserved for it to leave a lasting mark. He was sick to death of the Plunder and their habit of messing with Armada wolves.

As Azure began to drive his stacks into the ground, Sirius moved to mirror them on his side. Driving them down to make the frame. The Warlord wiggled it a few times, pulling on Azure’s vine to ensure it went around the whole thing and would hold steady. Tie the noose, I’ll attach the berries” He suggested, lowering himself to his belly to do exactly that.


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