|Falcon|Male|Guard|M: Africa, Max, Nate|
"Good job Worrier. Africa," He said, turning to the red, and white female, "Come with me, we shall walk him out of the gate, down the path, to the village, King's order's, sorry Sir." He glared at Bloodclaw.
"You stay where you are." Falcon went to the left side of Max, making sure that he could get his sword out quickly if needed. His sword had been pasted down from his Great Great Grandfather, crafted just for him. It was the only sword of his kind. This Great Great Grandfather had called the sword 'Crow' and the name stuck.
"Nate, could you watch Bloodclaw?" He asked, before him and Africa walked off, Max between them.
|Africa|Female|Guard|M: Max, Falcon, Nate|
Africa looked around, before getting called up to Falcon. She carried her head low. She had just started working as a guard here, maybe a month ago.
Please don't make me go. Please. She thought, and yet, she found herself on the rightside of Max. Unlike Falcon, who carried his sword on the right side, she held her on her left. She risked a quick glance at Nate, before walking off.
How did I end up here? She thought. She looked up, and they were in the village. The released Max, and told him off with a warning.
"Now we have to go find out about Bloodclaw." Falcon said, not taking his eyes off Max while he walked away. Africa turned and started to walk back to the castle. She walked through the gate, and over to Bloodclaw. She had a nasty snarl on her face.
"Why are you here?" She snapped. She had learned to be mean with wolves that you don't know, or you don't think they belonged there in guard school. She sat down next to him, baring her teeth, and waited for an answer.
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