01-21-2010, 11:25 PM
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The soldier knew these borders well—he usually patrolled them when he first woke up, and before he went to sleep, plus any intermittent spot checks throughout the day. It was his duty, he believed, to maintain the integrity of the clan grounds and to deal with any trespassers. It was not something that any loose cannon could do, however. Several wanderers could be shown the light and would gladly contribute to their cause in return for a decent home and a ready food supply, which Inferni had despite the winter weather. Snake always believed in situations like this, even the most base of infantry should know to treat things with presence of mind. Perhaps one of his most dangerous attributes was that, despite his lethality, he was as calculating as any mastermind—though he would never admit it.
But he had not really noticed anything up in these northern parts, and he honestly didn't think that any attack would come from here. If the Dahlians had any intelligence, they would come through the woods if they wanted to take the coyotes by surprise. They would be covered there amongst the trees, and it was close to where their pack was in the first place. Snake had realized this early and had been working tirelessly (and sometimes with Vieira Lykoi's help) building a fence covered with a net of brambles and thorns to keep trespassers out. They might be able to dig under, but it would definitely make them think twice. He was very pleased with the work that they had done—he was not as up for putting up traps, because he knew the coyotes could fall into them just as easy as the wolves. No, in this one instance, Snake had not been subtle.
They continued to the decently barren slopes of the northern foothills, reaching up to where the mountains separated them from the place that he had been told was set aflame by wildfire. Snake was happy that he had asked Kaena about the history of the clan now, as he could easily reference it with what Gabriel told him now. They were traveling on a ground that some of them had traveled a while ago, on a pilgrimage to escape their destroyed home and to find some place to start anew. They continued along until Gabriel found the definite path, which Snake followed him to without a second thought. But despite the little field trip, the Aquila said that it was something to remember but not really hang their hopes on. Snake nodded silently and followed as they were led on, apparently for the trail of the game of the mountains.
It was not hard to find for creatures whose senses of smell were as keen as the edge of a knife. It would be good to assume that they found the collection of scents of the goats and other assorted food items concentrated in a somewhat-worn path that wound up into the mountains, impressed into the snow. "Looks promising," Snake murmured, to at least show that he had not suddenly gone mute or something. He would follow when the initiative was taken by the Aquila, but he was hoping that there would be a good defensible position somewhere in these upper reaches.
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The soldier knew these borders well—he usually patrolled them when he first woke up, and before he went to sleep, plus any intermittent spot checks throughout the day. It was his duty, he believed, to maintain the integrity of the clan grounds and to deal with any trespassers. It was not something that any loose cannon could do, however. Several wanderers could be shown the light and would gladly contribute to their cause in return for a decent home and a ready food supply, which Inferni had despite the winter weather. Snake always believed in situations like this, even the most base of infantry should know to treat things with presence of mind. Perhaps one of his most dangerous attributes was that, despite his lethality, he was as calculating as any mastermind—though he would never admit it.
But he had not really noticed anything up in these northern parts, and he honestly didn't think that any attack would come from here. If the Dahlians had any intelligence, they would come through the woods if they wanted to take the coyotes by surprise. They would be covered there amongst the trees, and it was close to where their pack was in the first place. Snake had realized this early and had been working tirelessly (and sometimes with Vieira Lykoi's help) building a fence covered with a net of brambles and thorns to keep trespassers out. They might be able to dig under, but it would definitely make them think twice. He was very pleased with the work that they had done—he was not as up for putting up traps, because he knew the coyotes could fall into them just as easy as the wolves. No, in this one instance, Snake had not been subtle.
They continued to the decently barren slopes of the northern foothills, reaching up to where the mountains separated them from the place that he had been told was set aflame by wildfire. Snake was happy that he had asked Kaena about the history of the clan now, as he could easily reference it with what Gabriel told him now. They were traveling on a ground that some of them had traveled a while ago, on a pilgrimage to escape their destroyed home and to find some place to start anew. They continued along until Gabriel found the definite path, which Snake followed him to without a second thought. But despite the little field trip, the Aquila said that it was something to remember but not really hang their hopes on. Snake nodded silently and followed as they were led on, apparently for the trail of the game of the mountains.
It was not hard to find for creatures whose senses of smell were as keen as the edge of a knife. It would be good to assume that they found the collection of scents of the goats and other assorted food items concentrated in a somewhat-worn path that wound up into the mountains, impressed into the snow. "Looks promising," Snake murmured, to at least show that he had not suddenly gone mute or something. He would follow when the initiative was taken by the Aquila, but he was hoping that there would be a good defensible position somewhere in these upper reaches.