08-11-2009, 11:42 AM
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The unmistakable voice of his mother broke through the damp air, and Gabriel turned towards it immediately. As familiar as he was with the Waste, it was not hard for him to map a route mentally before he was moving. Four paws stuck against the packed trails he, Anselm, and countless others had worn through the fields like bizarre spider webs, carrying him quickly towards the area of the borders he reason the noise had come from. There, the doggish hybrid began sniffing the air, and soon found his mother’s scent coming prominently from the south. Soon enough he found the pair—the graying, roan splashed coyote and a child who seemed barely old enough to be on his own. The Aquila looked to Kaena, ears high, interested. “What is it with you and children?” he half-asked, half-jabbed at her, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. |