the long and winding road

Swentzle Byström · 12-06-2011, 06:43 PM

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The male startled at Fovea's reaction to his words, and Swentzle almost wanted to laugh, but the way he reached for his bag made the desire fade, his face settling into a cold, blank expression. He had no doubt that there was a knife in that bag, and if this man went after Fovea, Swentzle would kill him. Blind or not, he could still put up a good fight, and it might cost him his life, but he would avenge his companions. The man's actions seemed only reflexive, however, as the moment Fovea took off in the opposite direction he relaxed and moved his hand aside.

He listened to the words as they floated toward him, and then shrugged inelegantly at the refusal, returning to his skinning. "Very well. I will be gone by nightfall." He said, to assure Wolfgang he would have no trouble from the blind Shikoban. Hamza lifted his head curiously, as though just noticing that they'd had company momentarily, before he huffed and bellowed, long and low, and returned to his meal. Swentzle would have preferred if the male had stayed for a while longer, and perhaps told him a bit about the pack that had rumors of being so aggressive, but he was not one to beg; if Wolfgang did not wish to eat for free, he would not press.

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