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Kemo let out a soft sigh as the river's roar slowly faded behind him, leaving in its wake a calming quiet, punctuated only by the soft sounds of Sepirah's paw steps and the normal ambient sounds of the forest around him. The sound of her paw steps, while a normal uninteresting sound to most, each had a story to tell and he knew perfectly well how to listen.
Judging by the force each paw step made she was smaller in size. That told him she was obviously female, a fact which he could easily pick up from her voice, and that she wasn't luperci like Ralla had been, all though she could be in lupus form right now or whatever it was called for Sepirah's species. The even gait she held told him she had received no recent injuries and she was in perfectly healthy condition. Sometimes it amazed even him that so much information could be received from such a simple and often overlooked sound, though it was overlooked because it wasn't needed with the ability to see your surroundings.
Speaking of surroundings... He thought to himself, noticing the change. The sun was beating lazily on his fur, calmly warming him as he "looked" around the new area. The smell of pine wasn't as powerful here, meaning he was in a more open area. Was he out of the woods? Not yet. He chuckled to himself, remembering the old joke his father told him seemingly forever ago.
He heard her stance suddenly change, more weight added to the ground, the scratching sound of grass along fur, the position of her voice as she informed him of the dangers of Inferni, all telling him she was lower on the ground, possibly laying down. Perfectly understandable considering the hypnotizing effect the sun seemed to have at times.
The severed heads of wolves, strung about the territory like decorations? And she associates herself with these creatures? His opinion of her suddenly changed. His eyes flashed angrily, his fur bristling slightly, though he still kept up the friendly demeanor. He would make sure he would take extra caution around this unknown female. Sure she seemed nice, friendly, and welcoming, but it was easy to fake those feelings. How could she be so friendly to him, a stranger she had never met and a wolf no less, her pack's apparently greatest enemy? There had to be something going on behind the scenes. The effects a group, especially a close knit group like a pack, can have on its individual members are very powerful and he would not be the one to put that to the test.
All thought was dropped however, when she rubbed against his side. He knew it was her, her scent very close to him and the sound of her beating heart almost pounding in his ears. A clever trick. He thought to himself, but was he merely judging the wolf by its teeth?
"You coming then Kemo?" He hesitated, his mind returning to its previous thoughts, but what if he was wrong? He supposed he could trust her for now, knowing he could run at the worst possibility. He may not be trained as a warrior, but he could at least defend himself and he could run fast if he needed to. The flick of her tail under his chin broke him from his trance. "Lead the way. Be my eyes as you said." He smiled, hiding the dark thoughts from her as he followed her to wherever it was she was headed.
Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.
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