bah bah black sheep wheretheheckdidyougo

To say he was peeved was an understatement. He'd managed to get his paws on an older, supposedly tame lamb. The beast had cost him a great deal. His den was now basically bare and he'd scrounged up -what felt like - every bit of scrap metal for miles in order to make the trade. But at last he had which meant he had his very first ewe. The first of many, hopefully. He'd followed the trader's instructions and then left the youngster in Tashi's supposedly capable hands. Next morning he'd gone to check on it and discovered a passed out primate beside an empty sheep pen.

So now he was traipsing through an ash storm looking for a sheep. It was cold, it was ashy, but there was no way in hell he was going to stay home for the day. That sheep had been expensive and he wasn't going to write it off unless he had to. As for the bastard sheep-loser, he had been forbidden to ride on Tyrian's back and now wandered some distance behind Tyrian trying to shmooze a ride out of Zahir, who so far had the sense to turn him down.

He skidded to a halt beside a scent marker, his eyes fixed on the ground in disbelief. Tyrian looked first to the marker, then the hoof marks on the other side, then the marker again. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and then snarled up at the shadowy, ash choked sun, "TASHI!"

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