These hooves tread softly

Vigilante Haskel · 11-08-2011, 11:16 AM

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It had been difficult, these times of war and uncertainty. The caramel-hued dog King did not like being involved with the keeping of prisoners, finding it no better than the crimes Maska had been dethroned for, but they had not known what else to do with the councilman. Most prisoners had been freed, allowed to return to their homes, and they had called for the banished or fleeing members of the tribe with a welcome return. Foxglove had not returned. She stayed in the kingdom, as far as he knew, but he did not know how long that would last. Most stayed away, it seemed.

Jade eyes narrowed at the call. Claudius had the authority now to handle any border calls or any problems in the tribe until a final decision was made, so the dog mutt did not know why he was calling for the King or the ebony Consul. The large secui male moved in the direction of the call, curious about the nature of the tribal wolf's need.

Soon, this would be over, he hoped. He wished desperately to return to his own pack and his mate, his children. They were growing with each day and he knew it would seem like a lifetime had passed when he finally saw them again. The kingdom of Miracles was where he belonged; the tribe was not. He knew it, and the members of the tribe must have known as well. He was certain that it bothered them to have two strangers occupying their land in place of the leader they had once loved and the leader they had feared. Soon, he told himself. Soon.

Claudius was not alone when he arrived at the borders, just as he had expected. There was a woman and a man with horses, canines he did not recognize. "Hello, Claudius," he addressed the tribal wolf, eyeing the others momentarily as he waited for the pale wolf to explain his need.

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