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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-22-2010, 12:54 AM

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In Character

The idea of traps and physical borders had been something Gabriel had not been entirely behind. He had seen them used in Utah, and considered them often too dangerous to have around his own members. There had been once incident where a young coyote had got his foot caught in a trap high up in the barrens. Panic ad instinctively set in, and the boy had, after a few hours, ended up chewing off his own foot. When he had staggered back into the Scintilla camp, crying, in shock, there had been a discussion over what to do when it came to such a fact. Their leaders had decided, for the good of everyone, to keep them up. One boy losing one hand was not enough for them to change what had been keeping them safe for months.

Snake seemed to agree with his assessment of the mountain pass, and as they advanced, Snake and Gabriel both began to follow the scent trails. Goats had a strong, overpowering scent, and besides their obvious paths and droppings, this was enough to follow. One ear turned to the boy’s voice, but Gabriel did not speak a response aloud, instead nodding shortly before he continued ahead. Four legs moved cautiously up the snowy pass, aware that there was the possibility for ice and loose rocks to come afoot and send one or both of them to a painful fall. After seeing what his son had gone through with his broken ribs, Gabriel certainly didn’t want to go through that. Especially when they were at war.

After climbing the path for a few feet, Gabriel spared a glance behind him. They were starting to gain height on the path, and he was pleased to see it wasn’t as rocky as he thought. Still, they had a long way to go. Seeing Snake keeping pace with him, Gabriel turned back ahead, and continued to make his way up the mountain.

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