Break the Seal

The ageing Warlord has spent more of his life hunting, than this wolf had spent alive. As he crept across the snow, his claws hug silently into the earth for purchase, and his unnaturally thick coat extended to fur around his paws, softening the blow of his steps. He made no sound as he crept into position around the seal.

He saw the tension in her body the moment before she launched into action. A few breaths after she moved, he did so as well. Giving her time to cut off the seal's escape before he arrived on the scene. He twisted his ankle, slipping the hidden blade from its sheath, and clobbered the seal around the head. The hard blow broke its neck, and it collapsed in a lifeless form at his paws. One down, many to go. He turned to the other wolf. “I need many more seals. If you help me, I'm willing to negotiate a fair price” He pushed the offer out there, turning to assess her expression.

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