exploring our options [cleaning and mapping the tunnels]

[gael]

♛

A pessimistic order had the red and black vulpine ever heard one.  Sharp, hazel eyes narrowed, ears perking alongside them.  The jaguar stood near one of the towering temples, a dark silhouette besides brick and stone.  A point highlighted in his words caused the fox to consider — who among the Pitt recognized their strategic failings?  Surely enough among them to count.

Steady moving paws brought the fae at a halt besides August.  Ill at ease below the ground, the vulpine only desired to linger below long enough to gain something useful.  The air below the earth grew stale, still — while finding a tree house simple to reach brought some level of difficulty, he felt more at ease knowing the home he chose belonged to the air.

A creature of silence until necessity, Gael inclined his head.  A simple affirmative for his willing attendance.

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

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