04-06-2021, 10:14 AM
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a day's walk didn't faze the hellhound one bit. he could've walked on forever, only stopping to feed and pray, sometimes even sleep. not that he needed much of it. he tossed arlo a grateful glance, happy that the vanguard allowed him to stop to speak every prayer before getting back up to follow them in a small trot. "so this is it. the frostblown." seemed dreary, bleak.
arlo didn't want to get his scaly butt wet but damion didn't really care. there wasn't any fur there anyways so he just plopped his ass down right there in the snow, pelt fluffing up as the first bit of cold hit.
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