[M] - those who live are those who fight

[Hezekiah Finch]

Suck post is suck. *RUINS THEIR FUN, HOWEVER*
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Though he had no way of knowing it, it seemed that Inferni’s calmness was about to come to a complete stop on that particular day. There had been quite a bit of hustle and bustle to be found in the lull between meeting and actual conflict and from it, Hezekiah had developed a routine of sorts. Even if his contributions to Inferni were meagre in comparison to others and he generally kept to himself out of habit, it didn’t stop him from being steadfast in doing what task he had been given to do. And as the woodsy-coloured watchmen of a war-bound clan disliked by many, he did that job constantly.



It was faint, but there had been a distinct crack somewhere to the south of him. It was a crack that was not like the sound of branches breaking overhead, but a rather a sound that he could not place. It piqued his curiosity momentarily, stopping him mid-step on his way towards Inferni’s southernmost borders to listen. It took a bit of straining, but he picked up the sounds of movement in his stillness, and more clearly the laughter that had come from someone having a good time. This was ultimately the thing that drew him closer to the borders with haste.



At best, Hezekiah had expected to encounter just one wolf messing around the borders. It wouldn’t have been the first time and surely not the last; he knew that they were fond of dismantling their crude line of pikes and skulls. But as he drew in closer through the spotty cover of trees and bare shrubs, he saw more than just one. Two light, one dark, and most definitely outnumbering and out-powering any thought he would have had to stop them. He was not foolish enough to come any closer, but instead halted his approach. Even with reasonable cover and distance between them, there was that fifty-fifty chance he had been seen and heard.



Which was no matter; Hezekiah believed he could outrun three optime creatures in a lupus form. And on the off chance that he had neither been seen or heard, he made himself known in the best way he knew how — a sharp, high-pitched coyote howl to rally the rest of Inferni to where he was. The trio of Dahlians could smash all of the skulls that they wanted to, because it would only be a matter of time before there were heads to replace them.

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