Break the Seal

The Warlord felt his lips press to a line across his muzzle, but he nodded his head. She was right, her cool blues did not stand out as much here as his black coat, and her smaller form could use the pillars of ice better than his own. His pack needed this. If he had to fight her for the prize at the end, then so be it.

He went left, prepared to move on the offensive very quickly once she had snuck up on the seal, and began the task of herding it away from the waters edge - and towards him. With help, this job would go more smoothly, and he would be able to hunt down more seals. Perhaps he could strike a deal with this wolf. He would leave her enough meat to fill her, and he would take the rest. In return, he could offer her something of value. He’s see what she wanted, or needed, when they were not stalking prey.


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