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(363) Forewarning: Ithiel is an asshole. >_>;; However, if you wanted this interaction to turn out more positively, I can have Myrika show up midway through, and she'll tell Ithiel to behave (as best she can, anyway).
Ithiel is by me!
Ithiel was aware of the strangers' approach long before they arrived on the clan's borders. Zedekiah had spied the canines moving north, and had alerted the dust-furred Praetorian of their probable course. Ithiel had therefore spent the better part of the last half-hour scouting out the southern parts of the coyote clan's borders, hoping the strangers would pass the clan by. Zedekiah had come down from the skies in order to deliver this piece of information to Ithiel, but now he was flying again, wheeling high in the midday skies. The rare clarity of the day gave the vulture quite a lot of visibility -- Ithiel was glad for it, and he sat up straighter in his saddle, red eyes scanning over the forests.
The growth was new and young along this part of the clan's border -- Ithiel knew as well as any the story of its burning, and he was surprised to see such growth in the area. Lystra picked her way through the saplings and spindly underbrush, her heavy hooves surprisingly quiet for an animal of her size. Ithiel lifted a branch from his path and carried onward. The sound of a howl cut through the relative peace of the afternoon, and the dust-hued hybrid twisted around to listen, cocking big coyote ears into the wind.
He turned his horse around, guiding her with the reins. Lystra obeyed, as she tended to do more often than not these days, and quickly, horse and rider trekked through the underbrush, back the way they'd come. The path through the thin forest was clear-cut, bent grasses and trampled plants evidence of their earlier passing. Ithiel lifted the branch again, and saw them. One was tall and pale, the other short and young -- and a coyote. The dusky hybrid pulled on the reins and Lystra came to a stop, snorting her challenge to the strange horse. A tremble went through her, but this was all the resistance she offered.
What do you want? he inquired flatly, red eyes lingering on the younger of the pair, the coyote. He broke his gaze and looked back toward the pale wolf.
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