[p] the desert after nightfall

Ithiel de le Poer · 04-27-2012, 02:05 PM

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(312) A-ha, yes!

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The dusky coyote nodded in response, as his healing skills were much the same -- gleaned from watching the performances of others. He was quick to think better of departing into the sheer darkness, and trotted back to retrieve his lantern. It cast a shaky orange glow, but it was sturdier than a candle. Its only downfall was the glass encasement of the flame -- Ithiel often feared breaking it, and kept after it carefully. Once the item was in his hand, the drab coyote took off after Alma, following her to the mouth of her cave. He didn't hesitate before entering, but looked around curiously once he was within all the same, wanting to see how another of the clan lived. There were all sorts of wooden items, and the cave smelled particularly strongly of something Ithiel could not identify. It was not unpleasant, however, merely strong.

The dusky coyote followed her into the rear of the cave, though he stopped and allowed her ample room to move about. No time for housekeeping when there's danger, the dusky coyote said, and it was more a general a lamentation rather than a nitpick on Alma's ability to keep her cave cleaned. I have wanted to make changes to my own cave for some time, but now? No, he added, shaking his head. What is all the wood? he asked idly, somehow made almost -- nervous? Was that what it was? He thought so. He was almost made nervous by being in the presence of the orange-furred coyote, alone. To give his hands something to do, he began unwrapping the wound with a free hand, grimacing as the last of the binding separated from his still-healing flesh. The lowest part of the wound, a slash through his flesh, had split open again, and the granite-shaded fur there was stained reddish.

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