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Kris trotted along before a scent filled his nose. A male. Armada? He had a twang to his scent, but it was close to Isar's. Kristoffer tilted his head and raised his brow. The man turned around to see a grey male whom looked much like his father. The supreme male slithered around and trotted towards the male. He was younger then Kris, but not much. His silver bands shined more then ever. His silver chain dangled from his neck in elegance. He stood tall, he had Isar's attitude, but he was much more lazy about it. The taller being approached without care. His voice filled the brisk air. "Are you an Armada or does my nose deceive me?" He stopped, a few feet away.


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