Messengers
10-11-2013, 01:00 AM
| Obsidian |
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Epiphron was next to arrive, and Obsidian offered a soft greeting nicker, then turned her mind and attention back to Maverick as he took in what she had to say. It seemed he was only half unaware of the goings on. This meant word traveled fast, and some of his wolves perhaps had heard of the problems. He accepted the request with no hesitation, and she nodded, forelock swinging slightly before draping over her face, as she listened to his next question. She herself wasn?t quite sure how many there were that couldn?t fight. However, she knew there were no pregnant mothers, or nursing mothers. Only pups, since the large chestnut Syrinx?s mate, Eos, had vanished from their lands. Again. ?I believe? A few pups, but no pregnant mothers. A few of those are Chrysanthe?s brother?s pups?? Her tail flicked at the thought of them. She?d seen them from a distance, and hadn?t cared to get any closer. |