The Advarik Pack/Roleplay

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Roleplay
Tristian lifted his head as pale moonlight dawned into his den. The young alpha yawned, stretching his tired limbs as he shook his matted fur. He would clean himself later, besides, it's not like she-wolves mooned over him. They simply respected him. He heard his mothers voice in his head, Tristian! You're not fit to be a alpha, clean your fur! He sighed, glancing around the camp. He had considered who the next lords should be. Du sk fe ath er 77  02:10, November 24, 2015(UTC)
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