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Rain had always aroused some sort of suspicion in the one-eyed Patriarch, as its presence always washed away the strongest of scents. Perhaps it was that he felt inevitably vulnerable, that his pack could be invaded without the means of awareness, or perhaps it was just a personal thing. Jefferson always was sure to run a quick border check immediately during or following rain--a few weeks before, he'd found a francophone foreigner wandering their borders in the rain who might've been there for hours otherwise. The fresh smell of rain was enough to calm his nerves, and his little run along Phoenix Valley went by rather quickly and easily. It was not until the sharp, alarming shriek of a howl near an area he'd already passed did he jump in his skin. Diligent as always (though not excited to backtrack an area already scavenged), Jefferson hooked backward and made his move back to the source of the demanding sound, of which he was not particularly happy about.
Rain had always aroused some sort of suspicion in the one-eyed Patriarch, as its presence always washed away the strongest of scents. Perhaps it was that he felt inevitably vulnerable, that his pack could be invaded without the means of awareness, or perhaps it was just a personal thing. Jefferson always was sure to run a quick border check immediately during or following rain--a few weeks before, he'd found a francophone foreigner wandering their borders in the rain who might've been there for hours otherwise. The fresh smell of rain was enough to calm his nerves, and his little run along Phoenix Valley went by rather quickly and easily. It was not until the sharp, alarming shriek of a howl near an area he'd already passed did he jump in his skin. Diligent as always (though not excited to backtrack an area already scavenged), Jefferson hooked backward and made his move back to the source of the demanding sound, of which he was not particularly happy about.
Slight frustration at the sheer demand of the sound melted only somewhat when Gabriel came into view; the two had met briefly not far back, but his eyes housed a different look. Jefferson had sensed something seething upon their last meeting, but the Inferni man had given him nothing to be highly suspicious of. "What's the meaning of this, Gabriel?" He asked just as demandingly, poised and on edge. Something was wrong, out of place. He hadn't the slightest as to what it was.