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the raven

GAEL Ó BROIN

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The green is a stark contrast to the barren desert.  Great, towering trees that promised shade and cool air.  Even snakes can look inviting.  The elegant creature did not presume to step into the shade, over the invisible border.  He stood a calm sentinel beneath a burning sun, thankful that it was well past mid-day and the light was beginning to fade.

Hazel eyes, gleaming like gold analyzed the shadows silently, waiting for those that lurked beyond.  He kept a few paw-steps ahead of one smaller than him, ears perked.  He half-expected the fox kit at his side to rush forward and run about and bit his cheek as he avoided constantly glancing down.  Not a sign of hesitancy in his proud stance, only careful consideration in sharp eyes.

"Fan taobh thiar dom, Aine," he murmured in gentle warning, offering the child a small smile.  If she failed to heed his word, he could always scold her later, but he trusted her to posses some caution in foreign lands.

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