Mistakes Are Made
11-10-2013, 10:29 AM
"Or if Seracia can't get through it then they throw it out." Bane muttered with a glance behind Dragon. "What I'm doing, I'm contemplating to hunt for this lazy, layabout pack and their wounded allies. It'll end up feeding my family as well.?I've been thinking that before I came here today that Seracia should be preparing for when the world comes for them, the war between Glaciem and the Valhallans are taking its toll and dragging everybody into it. I've seen wounded wolves pass by not to long ago not from here. Fucking moochers. Herbs will needed to be gathered, meat stored in the cold ground and pitfalls dug. Water saved by storing it in elk and moose stomachs to be hung from trees by the top, so you can puncture it below the waterline and drink a measured fill.?Lesser animals will need to be befriended as sources of information. This pack," Bane spat the last word and continued on, "isn't going to last a minute if the wolves of the north come down here in strength and cut us off from prey or water."
Bane pushed himself to his paws, eyes narrowing at the wolf called Dragon. "Disorganized and laying about, that's what Seracia become from trying to please to many wolves at the same time. There certain, preparations, that need to be made, the time for diplomacy is over unless it is a prisoner exchange. All you can do now is prepare, train, and hope to the gods that we're overlooked despite us sending our only wolves to Valhalla that knew how to seriously throw down when fangs are bared. I've strolled the lands after my exile, I've listened, I've asked questions from the avians flying across this land, I know from my younger years that a storm is coming. It's all a matter of how quickly it gets here. Maverick has been blind by trying please to many wolves. Now what the fuck are you gonna to to prepare Dragon, and don't you dare say your going to go ask Maverick, somebody has to take some initiative for once around here... fucking hierarchy..." Bane muttered with scowl on his face, a quick lick being given to his maimed shoulder.
Bane pushed himself to his paws, eyes narrowing at the wolf called Dragon. "Disorganized and laying about, that's what Seracia become from trying to please to many wolves at the same time. There certain, preparations, that need to be made, the time for diplomacy is over unless it is a prisoner exchange. All you can do now is prepare, train, and hope to the gods that we're overlooked despite us sending our only wolves to Valhalla that knew how to seriously throw down when fangs are bared. I've strolled the lands after my exile, I've listened, I've asked questions from the avians flying across this land, I know from my younger years that a storm is coming. It's all a matter of how quickly it gets here. Maverick has been blind by trying please to many wolves. Now what the fuck are you gonna to to prepare Dragon, and don't you dare say your going to go ask Maverick, somebody has to take some initiative for once around here... fucking hierarchy..." Bane muttered with scowl on his face, a quick lick being given to his maimed shoulder.
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