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[div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]— shouldn't have done it now there's blood in the water
The faerie had not been searching for his wayward niece, although he'd quickly grown alerted to her lack of presence. Like his own daughter, Suvi stood out a bit, as one of the youth and of adventurous tendencies. She wandered often. He had assumed, as he imagined his brothers did, she got lost somewhere in the jungle. Perhaps scent trail said otherwise but... Well, she was just a pup.

Or had been.

Glowing he easily attributed to the child. As well as golden fur, which was an unusual color for an arctic fox, which was the little creature before him, if he had good eyes. Elijah made quick deductions as well and he found himself losing doubt. Instead, curiosity rose to its place. Fascinating.

For those eyes did not match hers -- or perhaps they did, just barely, as hers had once been brown, not brown and blue. A dire wolf was a far stretch from an arctic fox. She seemed a little older too. Completely fascinating. Then another matter; she carried the scent of someplace far and... Something earthy too, something herbal.

"I do believe this is my niece I'm looking at," the endfield ventured, lips curling into a faint, wry, smile. Teasing and truly intrigued by the concept of whatever change had befallen the silent child he'd known.
[align=right]word of mouth there's a snake in the garden — SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁIN ☠

A lost book began to matter less and less as hours turned to days and his daughter remained unseen. The child was prone to wander, yes, but she always came back. The massive dire wolf must have scoured the island thrice over. Maybe more. No sign; she'd just... Disappeared. Raziel did not believe she'd been taken... Signs of a struggle somewhere within the borders would have surfaced by now... Surely.

So at the sound of voices on the border, the faerie reluctantly began padding forward, sea-green eyes clouded with worry and anxiety. He did not quite register the words spoken, only that a little fox stood, glowing, with strange eyes and the desire for her 'da'. That's what Keo calls the twins... Da.

But Suvi doesn't talk. Or she never had before. A matter he left unspoken; Raziel never pushed the child on it, for he did not know if it was an inability or a simple desire not to. Suvi. He caught the smell of herbs and... Someplace else. A group he did not know perhaps. But he was sure he knew the eyes, differently colored as they were. And the way she glowed... Elijah and Séamus had the right of it.

She looks older... A few moons... Scared too. Why so scared? "Suvi? A stóirín? Cén fáth a bhfuil eagla ort? Tá sé ceart go leor."

"Tá sé ceart go leor. Tá mé anseo." He murmured, reaching out to nuzzle her, pulling her close. "What happened?"