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Sirius



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
23
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,222

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
02-17-2023, 03:19 AM


He watched her sink into the coat. He was right, the cold had been getting to her. No doubt her injury would cramp up tomorrow if she didn’t get some warmth back into her. Perhaps it had been foolish to head up the mountain. He had hoped to put her off, but she had stuck to him. Tight as a bur, and thrice as annoying.

He didn’t realise how visible his grief was until she pointed it out to him. Speaking his name and closing the distance between them. He raised a paw, pressing it into her chest, and stopping her in her tracks. But he didn’t do anything more than that. Holding his paw between them, his wife’s coat around her shoulders, and heaviness in his eyes. He sucked in another deep breath. “This was a mistake. You’ll catch your death up here.” He said. He still hadn’t moved. She looked so small in his wifes coat. About the same height as her. Vulnerable, and cold.


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