felt the branches of it looking at me

Ithiel de le Poer · 04-17-2012, 04:46 AM

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Ithiel is by me!

Bairre's smooth trot carried Ithiel swiftly around the borders. He was a faster mount than Lystra, who was, at present, recovering. Ithiel ought to have been recovering, too, but the dusky-furred man refused any time off. He had duties to attend to, and they were all hurting these days. He was Caelum and ought to set an example for the rest of the pack, too. Ithiel was comfortable in his rank, but he sorely wished for command of his own contingent of the clan, too. That would come, sooner or later, but as to its usefulness -- well, that was yet to be determined.

The dark coyote had no doubt in his fellow canines' eagerness to learn -- they all wanted to protect their home, after all -- but their ability was untested. If he guessed correctly as to the identities of these wolves, they faced hardened warriors, seasoned with more battles than most of Inferni could fathom. Such a match was unfair, he knew, but what could they do? Surrendering was not an option, as far as he knew, and surrender would inevitably lead to slaughter, he felt.

As he entered the woods, Bairre slowed and picked his way more carefully through the trees. Ithiel's red eyes glanced upward to see the archery stands, currently eyesores and blatantly obvious. A coyote with a bright, pale, or otherwise unfortunately colored pelt would be a sitting duck. He pondered this construction and frowned, slowing his horse to a crawl. Bairre was obedient and only nickered as he and his rider both perceived a pair of canines in the distance, their comfort within the territory immediately announcing them as fellow Infernians.

The dark man saw his Optio and another he did not recognize, and directed his mount toward them. The horse nickered again, more forcefully, and tossed his head in greeting, excited to see other Luperci. Bairre was a friendly sort of horse, and he was eager to greet these new coyotes. Ithiel held him back and dismounted stiffly, still aching from his wounds. The man offered a nod to both women and offered his assistance. I'll help, he said, figuring they were one of the work details set to perfecting their archery stands.

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