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Álarr

Avalon
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Master Fighter (330)

Master Healer (246)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
823
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
542
player
lunarcat7

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Promptober 2019
03-09-2023, 06:16 PM

Maybe it was the fact he'd been raised an Imperialis, or perhaps that Sparrow had given them some sort of warning but he wasn't overly bothered by the prospect of a raid. It was an inevitable part of being in a pack. Some day they would be raided and rarely was it personal. That said, of course he would aim to win his fights.

Álarr nodded. "I'll be sure to pass along the message to Corbie, just in case you aren't able to yourself." He was sure Sparrow had her paws full as most alphas did and he certainly didn't want Avalon to be caught unawares. If anything this would serve as a good excuse to hold a few training sessions. Álarr saw himself primarily as a healer but if needed he could train up the warriors. "Take care of yourself, Sparrow. I look forward to seeing you again."

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