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Ezekiel de le Poer · 02-19-2012, 01:56 PM

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It was an instinctive fear to be wary of older things; to go without it would lead to children wandering in the wild and being eaten by the first hungry animal to cross them. The Aquila was glad that Inferni reinforced such things to their younger members. Certainly, he imagined that Hybrid had, for the time he had been with the girls, done such a thing. Pale eyes shifted over her form, adult-like but still young and not fully grown into her shape. In a few months she would be ready to advance yet further—he had seen Symera’s potential but now thought it a mistake to push her up when she was still a child. Max he did not make the same mistake with; the boy had spent most of his time as a simple foot soldier, ensuring discipline and experience before rising to a true rank of skill.

The coyote looked away from her at a noisy cry from nearby, saw the raven was not his own, and ignored it. His focus returned to the girl, though he pulled the carcass closer to him. “Ah,” he began. “You’re doing what you should be doing, Wraith. Learning more skills, working with others—Vesper is the highest ranked member of the scouts, and she can help you. So can Myrika, and Ithiel; they’re all scouts too.” He paused, thinking of how to spruce up the job so she might find it of interest. “Being a good scout means you know how to use your senses. Your nose, your eyes, your ears…your main job is to be on the look-out for strangers, or anything you don’t recognize. If you want, we could set you up with the other scouts. They could teach you more,” he concluded, suggesting this was the proper course for such ranks.

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