This wolf is immortal! It will never age or die. It cannot be bred or used in roles, or retired into. This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
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β€ Saora was a well known wolf among the alliance, but Slare was new to everything to do with the alliance. Having been destined to enter the boarders of this pack at some point, Slare was slightly displeased that it had to do during her time. Saora felt that Slare wasn't too fond of her and was a bit shy.
Morva, Slares accomplice, quirked her eyebrow and tilts her head. "It's a fish?"
Slare: Yeah, it's unfortunate we have to share our resources for it, It's not like it can give us anything.
Morrè, the spokes-wolf between the alliance: "I would like to remind you that "it" has a name." With a condemning serious gaze, she looked towards Morva. "I would like to remind you that this is an Alliance wolf. Should anything happen to Saora, she will be backed with the jaws of Nevermore."
Morva snorted and rolled her eyes. Everyone in the pack knew of it but couldnt help their usual snarky remarks. Slare nodded slightly, with a sigh. "Sure, move along. Find yourself a spot to stay. Be prepared to receive a role too, everyone has to pull their weight around here."
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βΈ Saora found herself a spot among the pups. The pupsitters appreciated to have some rest during pup playtimes. She told on 3 pups, which in turn saved them from potentially fatal accidents.β
βΈ Saora contributed by hunting fish.β
βΈ Slare grew fond of Saora. Even though Saora couldn't provide alot, she took the burden off some wolves. The pack warmed up to her smile and cheeriness. β
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