TOO MANY WAR WOUNDS AND NOT ENOUGH WARS // O, joining

FENRISULFR

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

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/is this more ectended family ooo, also heyo whisper, that fancy is fine af

Fenrisulfr had spent the majority of the day aimlessly patrolling the outer borders for lack of anything else to do or commit to - the Typhoon had yet to even mobilise a response in so long he almost thought they'd forgot them perhaps - but War would be foolish if he didn't account for the possibility that, that was what they wanted.

he'd been on the side of one too many tricks of the sort to discredit that.

ears pricked forwards and his head rose when a voice caught his attention, high and small - a child - and Fenris picked up the pace padding closer somewhat mildly relieved that the voice came from and stayed at the border - the gators wouldn't get an unknowing snack today seemed.

the canine like beast stopped as he brushed past the leaves and spotted the culprit - canine, small, large fangs and black as pitch, hm - Fenris inclined his head, the words coming back to him, a name and a purpose without an interrogation beforehand,

well, points for skipping past that stage of the usual run of the mill.

"Correct, this is indeed Tanglewood" he eyed her momentarily with a brisk nod "Fenrisulfr Grimm and welcome - though I have to wonder what brought you to us? and alone at that" there was something of a frown there, he didn't see any parents or family with the pup and concern tinged his voice - but then it seemed a running trait in his family to be overly invested and concerned in these matters.

oof can't match the muse ;-;

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▲ — TANGLEWOOD. PROXY. EXTREME. REF (9FT). BIO. — ▲

#psychosocial.