08-13-2018, 01:21 AM
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He continued approaching the group, but still kept a good amount of distance between him and Caesar but still getting a good view of Aita and the lesson that she was about to present. His shoulders hunched as he leaned foreword to get a better look, his curiousity very much piqued.
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — minnow — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Snare wasn’t exactly interested in herbs, but he might as well attend. Knowledge was power, even if he was too young to have the words to that. The wolf pup would waddle towards the small group, his ears pricked as he picked up scent and sight of his crewmates. He found himself involuntarily flinching a small bit as Caesar snapped at the sage, stopping in his pawsteps in the span of a hot second. No, no, no. He couldn’t be afraid and weak, he needed to be strong, especially in the presence of crewmates. The young pup was just going to have to learn to deal with his more fiery and snappish crewmates. He continued approaching the group, but still kept a good amount of distance between him and Caesar but still getting a good view of Aita and the lesson that she was about to present. His shoulders hunched as he leaned foreword to get a better look, his curiousity very much piqued.