There was always something that needed tending to somewhere in Sangi’lak. The Issum enjoyed have these things to consume his time. Since Thana’s visit he had felt occasional thoughts of loss and sadness but it wasn’t hard to shrug these feelings off. The dark woman had left him months ago. A simple return trip to try and upset him just proved what type of wolf she was. It was hard to believe he could still even trust what she said and did. And he had his dearly beloved co-leader as his own now. Thoughts of X’yrin always brightened the man’s day.
Having already hunted for himself, Jaden was now wandering about the territory on four secui legs looking for that something that always needed doing. It didn’t take him long to remember that the animals and their barn had alluded his close inspection for a long while now. The structure was easy enough to find and stood as an oddity on the Nomad land. Every other unnatural building was rotting from the depression of time or completely destroyed. The barn stood as a new and different structure than the others. It was the only one built by optime hands. It smelled of cut wood the many animals living in it. The Issum was proud of it. He marked it to express this in a feral way.
The sound of excited chickens drew his attention and pulled his eyes from where they admired the crafted wood. Jaden peeked around the barn’s corner and gazed out on the area where the flightless birds were kept. A young pup was amidst them and looked like it might be mimicking the waddling and pecking movements that made up, as far as Jaden could tell from his observations, the entirety of a chicken’s life. Where most would have smiled at the sight or found it endearing, the bicolored optime grimaced. Pups were such fragile little things and hard to understand. How one had managed to wonder this far into Sangi’lak without another of the members taking notice he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was another secret of his love’s. He frowned further at that thought but didn’t really believe it. They had slept together in her chambers. No smells but hers and Zeus’ existed there.
So if it wasn’t another pup adopted by X’yrin then it could be or it was someone else’s. With slow and deliberately noisy steps Jaden approached the young one until he stood a comfortable distance away. Good day, little one. Are you having fun with the chickens? He asked in a gentle voice.
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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