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It was nearly the afternoon when an aerial commotion made a distraction for the she-wolf in repose beneath the shadow of the mountain. The call of her vulture companion was only deafened by the dual screeches of the owls, trying to win their fair handler’s attention to deliver news of a wanderer.
It was not uncommon that they did this, reflecting her desire to keeping the pack safe by annoying when any form came to close save for prey. A fox here, a scavenging wolf there, all were greeted by the sound beacons of the aerial force before then went to receive the ground force. It was a monotonous routine that with time X’yrin had come to ignore, choose instead to acknowledge a ‘threat’ only when the birds’ advances were unyielding. And in time they did learn to settle their alarms and took to ringing them instead when spying bodies of interest. One such interest was found in a scurrying wolf that stood still just a ways from the vast fields.
It was the larger of the predator birds, the vulture that settled upon the she-wolf’s back professing in broken patterns of a creature near death, all the while with hunger in his glassy eyes. Surely this was not the case and the bird was simply hoping there was something to feast on. But the notion was disturbing enough to get the large female moving by his direction, crossing the expanse into wild territory again. Without knowing truly where to look, she sent out a call to any listening ear in an effort to bring this would-be ‘dying’ wolf out of seclusion into the light.
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