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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
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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07-23-2023, 11:56 AM (This post was last modified: 07-25-2023, 10:59 PM by Sirius. Edited 1 time in total.)


He didn't think Manea had been terribly old, especially not by the Warlords reckoning. But before any concern he had could manifest as anything more than a puzzled frown, her words quickly put him at ease - it seemed this change had happened with Maneas blessing. "I'm glad to hear it. Not that I know the meaning of the word.." he said with an easy chuckle. He wasn't sure he would ever be retiring. He was too invested in this pack, and seemed to lose his heirs too easily. But those concerns were not for her.


"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Avacyn." He said, and grinned upwards as attention was turned to Wylan. "This is my supervisor. No doubt he'll have plenty to say about my conduct later, isn't that right?" He said, jiggling his coat enough to shake the boy a little. Giggling ensued, and the pup flapped his wings for balance. "He's the oldest son of my first born" he explained, noting her interest. "Why don't you hop down and show us your manner?" He said, kneeling against the earth so the boy could slide off.


"Speech"