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2023-03-25阿门罗 来源:百合文库
The massive doors leading into the Great Hall deep within Spire Stonebluffs were pushed open. There, holding court from the infamous Throne of Bones, sat a very agitated Thunder Greymane. The Clan Alpha’s piercing gaze quickly settled on his youngest son.
“The Iron Guard tells me you weren’t in the castle,” Thunder said, deep voice bouncing around the stone hall. “We’ve important Wolf Clan matters to discuss, and you’re nowhere to be found.”
Thane bowed his head in deference. “I was—”
“You were in a gutter run with some Rabbit Clan wastrel!” Thunder shouted.
He cast an imposing presence even without the storied throne, broad-shouldered and wrapped in a yak fur cloak that doubled his already impressive size. Alphas in any pack tended to be physically intimidating by their very nature, but Thunder towered above them, both in stature and station.
His mate, Freyja, was quick to chime in. “Can you imagine the consequences of losing? The embarrassment that would cause?” She sat beside Thunder, her stature and throne no less impressive than his own. While she was a head shorter than Thunder, it was impossible to tell from Thane’s position before them. They both radiated power, befitting their positions in the Wolf Clan. Freyja’s throne lacked the regiment’s-worth of bones baked into the mortar, and was instead fashioned of jet-black obsidian, casting dark reflections back to whomever gazed upon it. Windows of clouded glass set high in the walls threw down shafts of muted light from the afternoon sun, though they provided little warmth to any in Stonebluffs.
“The Iron Guard tells me you weren’t in the castle,” Thunder said, deep voice bouncing around the stone hall. “We’ve important Wolf Clan matters to discuss, and you’re nowhere to be found.”
Thane bowed his head in deference. “I was—”
“You were in a gutter run with some Rabbit Clan wastrel!” Thunder shouted.
He cast an imposing presence even without the storied throne, broad-shouldered and wrapped in a yak fur cloak that doubled his already impressive size. Alphas in any pack tended to be physically intimidating by their very nature, but Thunder towered above them, both in stature and station.
His mate, Freyja, was quick to chime in. “Can you imagine the consequences of losing? The embarrassment that would cause?” She sat beside Thunder, her stature and throne no less impressive than his own. While she was a head shorter than Thunder, it was impossible to tell from Thane’s position before them. They both radiated power, befitting their positions in the Wolf Clan. Freyja’s throne lacked the regiment’s-worth of bones baked into the mortar, and was instead fashioned of jet-black obsidian, casting dark reflections back to whomever gazed upon it. Windows of clouded glass set high in the walls threw down shafts of muted light from the afternoon sun, though they provided little warmth to any in Stonebluffs.
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