ardent

The crack in my foundation

Tam



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

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04-28-2021, 09:26 PM

He blinked once as Tamsyn raised her head and howled to Ulric. He understood the message as much as the other man would. Tamsyn was heading out. He hadn’t asked, but he hadn’t needed to. His closest friend was coming with him. There was a slight twitch, a spasm across the man’s face. Appreciation, relief, before he smoothed them away again. Instead of saying anything, he leaned over, and kissed her forehead. Putting his feelings into that gesture.

Then, immediately serious again, he began to sketch out a very rough map on the ground in front of them. Between Zee’s navigation experience, and a map maker that he had allowed into Armada territory some time back, he knew enough of the lands to sketch out a rough aerial view. “She was going to take this route North” he said, laying it out for her. “Let's start here, and look for indications of her passing” of which Tamsyn would be better spotting then he. He was the muscle here, she was the guide. He gave her time to study the map, and then swiped it away with a paw, getting to his feet, and heading out.

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