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I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.
Heeded
Gaucho grunted, a primitive sound of punctuation. He was glad that a river of words hadn't spilled out of the lips of the smokey-black creature. His mind thought of those who had interfered with his borders before, those who had tried to steal from his family, and how they tried to justify their actions. But it didn't matter - it never did. Actions always spoke louder of words, and without the mind-reading abilities of Ophelia, mental states and intentions meant very little to the Wildfire.
Nodding his bone-pierced muzzle decisively, Gaucho turned to go just as Zekiah did. There were no more words that needed to be hashed between them - Gaucho knew what the thief looked like (or at least, he thought he did), and had his scent. His warriors would be notified as well. Perhaps Gaucho's actions were far too large a response to Knox - and his troupe's - actions, but Gaucho was no fool. Three of the herds had been involved in an Invasion, and things were going to be precarious for a while. He would not let all of his hard work to protect his family crumble merely because he went easy on someone.
The reign of the Dragon's Throat would remain, and in it his herd would be fruitful and continue to excel. All that they asked, was that they be left to their bloody sands and their metallic ways. Had they ever turned away those seeking aid or succor? Had they ever left an ally to die alone when their help was called for? Had they not willing traded and aided those around them? They had and would continue to do so. But they would never peddle to thieves. Not with Gaucho around.
On fiery wings Gaucho took to the skies searching for Maren.
