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There was no hurry in Enkiel. He was, as the deity he believed himself to be, patient. He moved with the pace of a reptile, never rushing unless absolutely necessary. In his medical work, this was apparent. Even in his pace, this was apparent. He walked with indifference to the others, his black hair loose and hanging about his shoulders, ears high and eyes focused ahead. One would hardly notice the air was bothering him if not for the thick woolen poncho draped about his lean frame.
Enkiel said nothing to anyone and made his way to the fire. His rank allowed him such right, though he would have gone close regardless. Heat was needed, for his thin pelt failed him yet. Jackals were not made for northern lands such as these, and while the desert was cold, it rarely dropped below 9°C. He quite longed for such weather again, and while his face was carefully impassive, his dark eyes glimmered with irritation at being drawn out into the cold. Despite this, he paid attention to those present—many he did not know. This too, was noticed. How had they become a clan full of strangers when the scarred woman had sired a legion?
Settling on a log and turning his head to the Aquila, Enkiel waited.
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