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04-20-2017, 07:01 PM
He hadn’t forgotten about the herd quest – tangling and immersing themselves into packs of wolves, into discovering their whereabouts, their habits, their movements – because a portion of it still felt like his father, always protecting, always guarding, always trying to come up with a solution to their broken, cracked dilemmas. In between sparring, patrolling, and training, however, the idea of witnessing the beasts had faltered off to the sidelines – and while he should have been hesitant at the idea, because wolves had chased them as children (and he’d spied, from the safety of their cavern, as his father and the rest of the herd had slain them one by one), curiosity and determination took a more enduring turn in his mind. If he ever wanted to be a predator, a carnivore, a dangerous, meticulous machine, then who better to observe? Some fellow inhabitants of the herd had beaten him to the inclination – he followed the line of their shadows as they pressed into hidden wares and furtive outlooks, tilting his head vaguely, muffling a quiet chuckle at Rikyn’s arrival, listening to Orsino’s proclamations through their bond. Over there, he indicated with the length of his nose, and the General’s eyes shifted subtly to the cubs rolling, playing, much like they’d done as youths, hardly mindful of the world around them, gangly and green, ridiculous and idiotic. Not much has changed, came Orsino’s cool response, and Erebos refrained from rolling his eyes, but had no argument behind his teeth, forging on ahead with silent Enyo on his heels (her eyes were rounded, her claws were extended, and it looked like she would’ve enjoying playing with them too, but they had to focus on the task at hand). He slipped beside Rikyn with a haughty, mischievous smile, a fiendish whisper “Ah, just like old times,” and nodding briefly to the newcomer (a dark colored stallion), and Wessex, extending his greetings, despite the oddity of the hour, for the stranger. “Erebos, General of the Basin,” with a quick, nearly Cheshire grin, before listening in on the rest of the conversation, on what to do about the little one traipsing much too far away from its babysitter, intending to be helpful and courteous instead of chiding and mocking. “Could we send one of our companions out to occupy it? Maybe lead it back to the den?” He felt Orsino hiss within their bond, and a rush of amusement lit the warrior’s core, completely intending to volunteer the asinine kitsune for the task. OOC;; --- TAG;; @[ ] |
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