Break the Seal

Having lived in the North for a little while now, the Warlord had learned that clobbering seals was the best way to preserve their coat. Now, he could skin it without marring the precious coat. This one seal would provide both warmth, and food that he could cure for winter. Assuming he could take it away without issue. His eyes were on the small blue wolf, his expression measured and thoughtful.

Her condition was a surprising one, and he considered her a little more carefully after she had spoken it. She wanted him to take her under his wing, to teach her? He enjoyed teaching, but he did not do so for loners. “You seem like a capable hunter, or is it weapons such as these you wish to learn?” He asked, indicating the bracer around his forepaw. “I am Sirius Fatalis, Warlord of the Armada. Are you asking to join my pack?” He asked, making the request official.


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