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07-29-2014, 12:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2014, 12:41 PM by Zikar-Sin.)
Oh, of course he knew the scent of canines; in his forays into the wilderness, Sin would frequently encounter snippets of wolf hair, a broken claw, scratch marks, the rotted pelt of an unfortunate youngling caught in an early blizzard. Mostly they kept to themselves—and, mostly, Sin kept to himself as well, being largely uninterested in the habits of carnivores. Oh, of course they fascinated him in regards to their role in the great drama of natural philosophy; yet, as a topic in and of themselves, his imagination was never really caught, and their spaces were left rather well enough alone.
“Oh dear,” he whispered to himself, catching the scent—for it seemed that, in this bountiful year, some pups didn’t seem to feel as though they should leave this place well enough alone. Strangely, the Haruspex felt little fear for himself, or indeed, any worry for imminent injury, even death, that a wolf might bring with a well-placed bite. Oh, no, he might even be tempted to sit and study them as they pillaged the Basin lands, snooping in caves and dirtying the hot springs in their pursuit of God-Knows-What. However, Zikar-Sin had a duty; he had a very good idea of what and where the wolves would try to strike. And as such, without even glimpsing the grey pelts of those roguish brutes, Sinny set off across the Basin, his voice raised in dutiful alarm: “WOOOOLVES IN THE BASIN! WOLVES, COMRADES!”
It would be the children they would go for; the darling, spindle-legged wonders that he adored so much, so new to the world, so fragile and small. The easiest pickings for scavengers and hunters—it’s what he’d do, if he were in their shoes. Excuse me—paws. “CHILDREN, TO ME!” he trilled in urgent excitement, almost enjoying himself. “COME, CHILDREN!” He made for his cave, a safe haven for the Basin’s future soldiers, scholars, artisans; it was the least he could do, for, oh, he was definitely not a combative sort! His deepest wish was that the children would be safe; that the wolves wouldn’t chance to harm his comrades; that there would be someone nice enough to bring him a corpse for study later. He wasn’t too interested in carnivores—but oh, he did love pelts!
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