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Sparrow · 05-12-2012, 08:56 PM

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Both know, yep. :> And Spar is actually being useful for once. >>

Her call was not left unanswered for long; soon, she saw a rather large, lumbering figure heading towards them. For a dire moment, she thought that perhaps she had caught the attention of a Boreas wolf, and began to shrink towards the ground while the woman beside her curled her tail over her back, showing that she was eager to battle. But, both were proven wrong as a man loped behind the other, whom from here she could even tell that he was too yoteish to be running with the wolves. It must’ve been the canines they were to scout with, since the faster one had a friendly grin upon her face when she reached them.

She could not help but smile patiently at the girl’s zeal, though it was short lived as the older male reprimanded her. Though the tone was harsh, he was correct with what he told the female, and the fawn also took his words to heart for herself—what if a Boreas wolf was alerted, and rallied more than one to investigate the call? It would have been disastrous, and guessed it was luck that no one but the Salsolans had heard her summons. Sparrow felt the need to add her own apology with Ataxia’s, but kept her mouth closed, knowing that it was not due, and the other Infernian would probably scorn her for it. Also, she wanted to give off the air that she knew what she was doing, that she knew the risks and took it anyway, to somehow spiffy up her image, which could be an excuse for her clumsiness.

When the young girl started off her idea, she objected it, though Chryses was the only one who vocalized her displeasure with an audible grunt. But, both Infernians allowed Ataxia to finish, the mottled hybrid being more welcoming to the proposed idea than the dark one. When completed, Sparrow had to admit, it was a good idea, but… “You are young, and in your secui form, no less. They may think something is suspicious if you get caught,” Chryses argued, and was ready to add more before the fawn cut her off. “But, they may also think nothing of it. Like you said, most of us are obviously coyote, and it would definitely tip them off, especially when we’re in a large group. We should travel with the southwestern wind if possible—our scent would alert them faster than sight.” The Auberon glared at the woman with fiery eyes for the interruption, but, let it slide, knowing that it took some guts for her to speak against her.

“As for the excuse, if we do get caught, you could say that you were out trying to hunt for your mother, whom is currently injured”—the idea of the excuse struck her heart, reminding her dearly of Vesper and Winter, but it was for the better of the mission—“or something of equal that’ll fancy their pity. They’re monsters, but they have souls. We may as well use it against them.”

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