some advice, [p]lease

[Pendzez Zazkex]

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The white seemed to have his eyes glittering with the goal of being Sentinel. He understood the qualities that it required, but his mind wonder of other things that would be shown. He knew leadership, loyalty, courage, an discipline were needed, but what if there were other things that Pendzez didn't know of. He had to ask. The only people that would know is Jeffers, Iskata, and Deuce. However, Jeffers probably was the only one available because Iskata was busy and Deuce wasn't here. So, Pendzez would have to ask the only one of the three leadership.



Pendzez stood infront of Jeffers home, not too far from the doorway. He felt nervous because of what the leader might say. The white wolf thought that he wouldn't give any advice, or would say something like, We don't want you to be a leader. However, the male took a breath and walked slowly through the door. "Jefferson? Are you home? I want to talk to you about something." He took each step lightly as he went further in. From looking around, he couldn't see anything, but he knew Jeffers was home.

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[Jefferson Soul]

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