Disaster has struck!
I head over the borders of Iromar, ready to get out and do some recruiting for the pack. I was a little disappointed at the turn out for the battle session I held in the pack lands but at least I did get more than one wolf interested in training. I just thought there were more wolves wanting to be a warrior in Iromar. After all, it used to be the home of "demons" right? Monsters of hell? Wolves with nothing but blood lust and chaos on their minds? Who better to fight with? But they seem to have all moved on or something since I can't find a damn warrior to save my life.
Shaking my head in defeat, I trot toward the crags. Anywhere's gotta be better than Iromar right now. I need to clear my head and get rid of my frustrations. When I see the gathering up ahead, my lips twitch in a silent smirk and I pick up the pace. I can see Vesper and though we've never officially met, I know the wolf from my pack lands. There is also Despoina who I know from the battle session. She did manage to show up though she looks a little preoccupied now. Who is she glaring at?
When I see the male standing by a female though, looking for all the world like he's asking for trouble (Jumanji), I can't help but grin. This is what I was needing. So I trot right on over and give him as innocent an expression as I can. "Someone pee in your cheerios this morning? Why the long face?" I know I'm instigating but I just can't help it. Someone's gotta get this joint popping.
female.eight years old.35in, 150#.born to ChernobylxBeowulf.sibling to Adalmund&Aelfgar.bound to none.mated to none.mother to none.Iromar's Commandant