to the edge [unknown visitor]

[raziel]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: heiti sc; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"Bí múinte, Keo," the dire wolf huffed softly as he trotted into the open.  Old, sea-green eyes flickered, glinting with light amusement and fondness.  Absently, he rolled his shoulders back, focusing his gaze on the stranger who had wandered into their lands.  He did smell of the Pitt.  Of course, if he remembered correctly, they were not... At odds with the Pitt at the moment.  He was old enough to struggle to snort at the hopelessness of that ideal.

The faerie offered his niece the smallest nudge in affection.  He was trying not to helicopter in his brothers' places, but... He had not seen his own children in some time, including the one who was supposed to be safe within their borders every once and a while.  "'s an honest mistake," he piped, smiling.  The king of a war-threatened people ought to recognize the signs of truth, and the fae firmly believed in offering the benefit of the doubt first and foremost.  No matter where he went in the world, he held onto those lessons learned.  "Ev'rything on this island, from the railroad, is the Typhoon."

"My name's Raziel, and I don' mind offering some basic info if you're just curious, but nothing more than my crewmates would approve of," he chuckled, figuring Keona might be the first to object to anything of the sort.  "'d also suggest we start head'n back towards where you came as we talk." Just because they weren't in the middle of fighting each other, Raziel didn't quite like the idea of bringing any Pittian close to the heart of the Typhoon.
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