loyalty to the king — dual-joining

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]Perhaps he was a bit over his head with this one. Victor had not even been in The Ascendants for more than a couple days before he decided to try this. His first home was so.. Sparse that he needed some form of stimulation. Perhaps taking on another responsibility would help. The cream and silver hound managed to find his way to the border, gem-like eyes scanning over his horizons. He could feel an odd tugging sensation deep in his body and hoped it was not the blooming of a cold or an illness such as that. Victor would manage for he had been through much worse. As a former sled dog, a simple cold was to be taken lightly, given the situation, of course. Taking a seat at the border, he curled his tail around his paws before expelling a sneeze. Damn allergies.