01-09-2008, 06:44 PM
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| Skoll moved off swiftly to the right, his muscular paws pounding the ground as he heightened his endeavours further still. Young Moon Phoenix, his moonlight eyes searching and his agile paws moving paired with sorrowful whines from his throat, went in another direction, searching physically through the snow in an attempt to dig out all he could, in the hope that a speck of dark fur would be found. Hopefully attached to the child’s body. Would that make more snow fall? Tamerlane nodded down at Dierdre firmly – it would, undoubtedly, hence his earlier suggestion to the rest of the group that they keep their tones low. At the description, Tamerlane pulled himself further into the tree, snow catching on his damp cream fur as he wrapped his long arms over the top of the canopy. Do you see anything? Keen eyes focused on a a speck of sable against the snow. From here, it was a mere dash in the white – probably a submerged tree trunk; possibly a layer of mud. Dierdre, he said to the ivory Spaher; northwest – about four hundred yards. A speck of black… probably nothing, but potentially something. In a sprightly movement, Tamerlane jumped to the ground, straightened up, and then the two of them headed northwest. Would you call for her quietly? he murmured to his friend; your voice is higher than mine; much less likely to cause a movement of land. Tell her to speak up if she can… the chances of her being within hearing distance are low, but we must try. All the while keeping his dark eyes on that distant black speck. |