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Aemon turned at his brother's description, staring thoughtfully at the thick black mass of crows behind them. A half-brother. A wolf, tan and masked with blue eyes. Aemon's own crimsons narrowed at the thought. Blue eyes were not wolf or coyote. Strange, he thought, the word dog flashing blatantly through his brain, but he had no proof. He would have to see for himself. Aemon shifted, rocking in his stance and looking to Ithiel, arms folded while pale fingers stroked idly at his chin and throat as he thought.
"Did he give anymore information about this pack? How far south is it? We have to go," Aemon decided then, jaw firmly set as he watched the crows settle onto the raw branches of the tree. He ground his teeth in sudden anxiety, reaching to his pocket to feel for his Bible. He felt it, but it hardly comforted him. Ithiel's hand on his shoulder did a better job, but it still meant little. His father had sinned. "Why was he here? Did he know anything about father?" he asked hurriedly, the thoughts coming faster now as he brooded. They needed that knowledge, no matter who might have it. It didn't occur to Aemon that his brother might not have spent time exchanging so many words with his tainted kin. The Vigiles could not tolerate the thought himself, but gathering information in that way was a skill he had honed, and would need to practice still.
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