You had just been caught lurking in the thick red smoke of the Fire pack's territory trying to spy on King Ember's plans. Two guards were walking at your sides all the way to the throne. Where a skinny, red wolf had been sitting, his red eyes peirced your soul as you stood before him. "What's this?" *He snarled, turning his head for you to notice his crooked obsidien crown and drop a bow. ((GOOD LUCK :] ))
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