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A call reached his ears and he struggled for a second to recognize it, before it fell into place. Zynex? The sound she had produced gave away her exhaustion, and he rose very quickly and headed in her direction. What could be so urgent? Was she a messenger? Had Geneva worsened? Perhaps something else, something big. Dawali would never cease to worry when someone came with urgent news from Phoenix Valley, for an alliance was both a safety and a potential danger to their tribe. Al was well as long as there was peace, but he worried that Jefferson might one day call on them to aid the Valley in war. Still, this was the price to pay for being allowed to do the same thing in a time of need; it had its positive and negative sides. The Chief greatly valued their friendship with the Valley.
He spotted her quickly enough, sitting on the ground. He accelerated now that she was within reach, and he was somewhat puzzled to see that she was tending to her mane and fur when he walked up to her. A hand was raised above his head in greeting, and he skipped the formal introduction; he knew her already, and she knew him. She looked tired, and he spoke with urgency in his mind, adrenaline at the ready. He was worried for what she might say, but his pose and face was all urgency, and not worry. "Zynex, what's going on?"