The mountain had been silent for a long time now. Gabriel had crossed it several times—four times alone, and once with his clan. The first time had been with fear in his heart. The second with spite. The third with God guiding him, the forth knowing there was nowhere left for him to go. He breathed in cold air and tasted smoke. His eyes opened, narrowed at the sensation, and he shut his mouth smartly. Gabriel had not smelled smoke without reason since the last fire. This meant something, though he did not know what.
A voice spoke to him, riding the wind. His ears swiveled, face following suit. Approaching was a woman older then he was, with a pale coat and mismatched eyes. Her scent drew out a memory. They had spoken once, during the first war. Tayui. Right. Without rising to meet her, he kept his head bent over one scarred shoulder. “Hello,” he replied shortly. “A bit far from home, hm?” She carried the smell of scented smoke with her, something he associated with AniWaya. Still, he did not think she would attack him. There was nothing in her eyes that told him this.
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