07-13-2008, 07:40 PM
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!@#$%Anselm followed the activity within Inferni as religiously as Gabriel and his daughter followed their god, and he had realised that Faol and her children had departed some time ago. The reason why was not hard to guess. He also realised that Oxford hadn't been around for awhile, and he hadn't caught a strong scent of that newcomer he'd yet to meet, either. Maybe he'd never meet Kirin. It wasn't like he had a lot of sympathy or concern for deserters, anyway. !@#$%Regardless, he wasn't expecting to see her here. Certainly, there was no mistaking the doggish girl up ahead--how old was she now, maybe half a year? Her markings (and even her manner of carrying herself) all reeked of Gabriel. On all fours, half-shifted, the wolfish relative approached Talitha militantly and directly. He was doing his routine morning inspection when he'd caught a glimpse of her figure up ahead in the distance, and he'd immediately decided to investigate. !@#$%As he neared her, he could smell no blood or injury--and that was a relief. Anybody who saw her was as likely to recognise her as he was, and given who she was, she was automatically in a great amount of danger. What one of those heartless, pesky wolves wouldn't take a stab at their enemy's treasured daughter? It would be a crippling blow to Inferni's moral, he guessed... then again, it might just infuriate Gabriel more. !@#$%"Welcome back," he addressed her quickly, once he was within speaking distance. By her age, he'd already had a head on his shoulders, and he expected no less from her. "What happened to Ezekiel and Faolin? Are they alright?" Physically she was alright, but what about the rest of her family? Surely there was a reason for her return alone. Perhaps the other two were just a little behind, or had gotten back already without him noticing?  |