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N/A · 12-13-2013, 06:57 PM

It was the call he had been waiting for, the howl he had been anticipating for weeks now. He had known that Themisto had been taken, and some credit had been given to the man for surviving in Glaciem - but now that was over. As it rang out the once-King would hasten toward it, intent upon being the first to greet the man. Lip curled as he went, loping across the terrain in only a few minutes. He hadn't been that far off, and so he would arrive quickly. Head and tail would remain at a normal level, no longer displaying the dominance he'd once had. It had been a change, to remember to do this, but he was adjusting. ?Themisto,? he would voice, as the man's scent drifted toward him. He smelled strongly of Valhalla, and immediately Maverick's hackles would rise an inch or two. ?You've returned.? He would plainly state, as if it needed voicing.

?speak,?

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