He was still unsure how he felt about everything. Eden had been challenged and had won against an opponent and Cersei still wandered the pack getting to know wolves and working on what she could do find her own niche within. Meanwhile Sin was back in his own niche, and it was his job to train wolves and work with them and improve them if possible. It seemed though that not many needed the services of the shorter more tank-like male and he wasn’t sure if he had an issue with that. Sure he was now the Guardian of Glorall, but it was only because he wasn’t sure he could be the sword of a wolf who defeated his Father-in-law in battle and hurt him badly enough. He hadn’t even seen him since either.
He sighed giving his stout like body a stretch before noticing a wolf walking with a purpose towards him. The mostly white wolf watched with his violet and crimson eyes seating himself as he could tell this taller male had some sort of business with him. What Sinclair had no idea. Perhaps he finally had a wolf that needed training or maybe Eden had sent him for another reason. He hadn’t a clue to be honest he tended to not talk much to the Fortitude of Glorall unless he really needed too.
Finally this other wolf arrived, it was immediately clear to the red marked brute that he had been told to come here given he knew his name already. ”Yes, Sir that’ me.” He says in reply before this brute, now introducing himself as Dieloch says he wishes to be Eden’s sword and it was him that would train him. Sinclair can see the awkward smile touch this male’s maw, Something felt odd, but a lot of wolves Eden attracted Sinclair wasn’t sure he liked anyway, even his mother was strange… But then he launches into more explanation to which, of course, the angel wolf listened to politely.
”If this is what the Fortitude desires, so it shall be, Sir Dieloch.” He dips his head, tail giving a small swish behind him though he wasn’t sure how hunting was really going to show Dieloch how he fought. Like many wolves, Dieloch was built nothing like him. More for speed than power, that much was just clear by looking at his build and Sinclair hunted very differently than how he fought simply because of his own build. Stocky, down to earth. He was a strong arm, able to toss another wolf if he pleased even if he didn’t look like it as short as he was. But sometimes big things could come in small packages.
”What do you suggest we hunt then? Have you scouted out a location?”
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