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Larkspur D'Angelo · 04-07-2010, 08:04 AM

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In a night, things had changed. Larkspur had felt something in the wind that day, and heard a voice that was not that of the can tah call. It was not a request, not a challenge, but it was a summons none the less. He had known before he stood under the clear sky that a shadow had left them. Haku, and the woman that was his dark shadow, were gone. All that remained was Larkspur, whose loyalty belonged not to an earthly soul but two greater then his own.

The call came, one he did not recognize, and Larkspur traveled four legged to the source. The pack (what remained of it) was summoned by a child. Orange eyes narrowed slightly, finding such a thing peculiar and out of place. Even the Khalif, as mad as they were, did not give children greater breadth then they deserved. Dahlia’s new leader, this child, spoke of the war as if it might vanish overnight. Perhaps it would, but conflict would never leave the heart of those coyotes. He had seen it in that girl’s face—they felt anger, and they felt hate. Change was not something the D’Angelo feared, but he felt wariness. This boy would not know him as Haku had. He would need to strengthen his mask.

Around his neck the can tah whispered, and Larkspur listened. He sat not far behind the white wolf, staring at nothing.

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