[m] [aw] you'll be free, child, once you have died

Max Klein · 06-28-2012, 04:54 AM

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The approach was met with trepidation, but Max was a warrior of Inferni and as such, he remained still to allow the girl to move forward. His eyes followed her motion. When she touched his ear it flicked instinctively, and his smile wavered a bit. He was unsure of her point, but let it go. Her admittance of a spattering of dog blood confirmed that she was mostly wolf, but he had learned that wolves were broken down into separate categories. Salsola fell, by the right of the war, into a friendly one. Wary, but friendly. They were led by a coyote, after all, so why shouldn’t they be allies? Ezekiel had never really demanded such heavy aggression amongst wolves, though Max was certain the Aquila disliked most of them on principle alone.

Max watched her, curiously, as a peculiar sort of dance went on. Her leg was soft against his own, but firm, and he tilted his head to try and follow her motions. It wasn’t until she was at his side again that he realized she was doing everything on purpose, and then a crooked grin cut across his face. His tail thumped happily against the saddle, and his own legs squeezed Gunther, who snorted and took a step forward only to have his head pulled back gently. A suggestive nod was given ahead of them—the land was open beyond the river, and spattered with wide areas for them to run. Maybe she would be up for a race, to get them away from the threat of her home's close borders.

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