You are not required to reply to this, but please feel free to do so. This is set for April 2nd, marking Gabriel's official territory movement.
Gabriel returned to Inferni reeking of smoke, exhausted and furious. He had slept, but the sleep had been poor and filled with fretful dreams. He made his way past the burnt territories and then towards the caves, where he let out a demanding call. The fire was a message, and one he could not ignore. As the coyotes trickled in, one after another, he could see the same wear on their faces as he assumed was on his own. Things could not stand like this. He would not allow it.
“The fire,” he began, his voice harsh. It was as if sandpaper had been run up and down his throat, breathing the smoke in. Presumably, it might have burnt them fully if not for being stopped by the stream nearby. “, was meant to destroy Inferni. We can’t live this close to them anymore. Move the skulls where I began marking the new borders.” He hesitated for a moment, tasted smoke on his tongue, and exhaled. “This can’t go on much longer. We’ll finish it soon, so keep yourselves safe.”
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