01-10-2008, 01:36 PM
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| Although it had been in Tamerlane's arms that Ember had returned to her father, the leader of the rescue team now very much took a back seat. As always. He slunk back in the shadows, his long hands folded behind his back, leaning tall against the edge of the cave. The firelight flickered in his grey-black eyes and warmed his cold, damp fur. Phoenix's suggestion that they all stick together here in this cave was a sensible one, but Tamerlane was no cosy-and-comfortable packmate; he was extraordinarily unlikely to lie here with his packmates night after night through the winter. The fact of the matter was simply that he slept hardly a few hours every night, and wasn't always to be found in Storm lands anyway. Tamerlane found his own personal goings-on quite irrelevant to this meeting, though, so he did not speak up. Phoenix had surely guessed already (if he wasn't too involved in his own business) that Tamerlane, despite being gently charismatic, was very much a loner. And it would have been nonsensical anyway for Phoenix to ever fret over the whereabouts of a wolf he knew to be an experienced traveller, whose apt life was unlikely to be ended (or even interrupted) by the harsh conditions about which they were concerned. |