Anduin leans back into the warmth that Wrathion is offering, tipping his head against his companion’s for a moment as he huffs out a laugh at the image he presents.
“I think we can safely say that Strength and Honor are both off the list,” he agrees. For obvious reasons.
He raises his tea to carefully take a sip, but it is cool enough now after all their preparations to be able to drink. Savoring the flavor of the drink, he contemplates the dog, shifting the tea to be able to brace a hand against Wrathion’s arm and hold it there.
“I don’t suppose the name has to fit the creature,” he says. “Reverence — I can’t say he is or was ever exactly that.” Another flicker of a smile. “But since this dog has so very little personality whatsoever…”
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“I think we can safely say that Strength and Honor are both off the list,” he agrees. For obvious reasons.
He raises his tea to carefully take a sip, but it is cool enough now after all their preparations to be able to drink. Savoring the flavor of the drink, he contemplates the dog, shifting the tea to be able to brace a hand against Wrathion’s arm and hold it there.
“I don’t suppose the name has to fit the creature,” he says. “Reverence — I can’t say he is or was ever exactly that.” Another flicker of a smile. “But since this dog has so very little personality whatsoever…”