LET MY PEOPLE GO / typhoon visit

[SÉAMUS]

[div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]— 'cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Good Lord. The swift fox practically skittered onto the scene, ears pinned back.  He bit back a silent curse, spotting his cousin and the only child he had left.  Séamus knew Gael would be furious with him, and perhaps at Jervis too, but he still maintained the opinion his cousin might be a worthwhile ally.  If he's not... Vindicative.

Embry may be quiet and stuck in a book most days, but he wasn't useless.  He flicked his ear at Jervis' command, scowling.  The children mattered more than immediate retaliation.  Specifically Aine, if he wanted to convince Gael he truly desired a good relationship with his cousins.

So he grit his teeth and slid towards the other fox, crouching beside him with teeth bared.  Threateningly, he allowed sparks of electricity to fly off his fur, eyes narrowed on Crow. "Get the kid out of 'ere!" He snapped at Gael, voice heavy with his Scottish accent.  Maintaining cover was all the more vital now.

"I'll watch yer back." He added, quieter, amber eyes gleaming sharply.  No need for us to fued, cousin.
[align=right]hardly anything left for you to see — EMBRY