MAY IT BE | patrol, weekly task

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The faerie feels his eyes blink, a slow thoughtful consideration as his head tilted upwards.  Regarding Caustic almost absently, Gael ran over the instructions in his mind.

His shoulders rolled back.  "Given proper diligence, consistent patrols should simply be enough without such."

In his homeland, patrols were conducted on a daily basis.  With the threat of their neighbors' war overflowing into their home, the military maintained the lines with strict order.  No scenting required, in the sense the wolf referred to.

A sign nearly escaped his jaws, ears flicking backwards as Astiar 'spoke' -- teeth gritting in irritation.  His mental shields proved stable but he remained displeased with the disturbance.  "Astiar -- would you like to accompany us?" Regardless of comprehension, Gael half-suspected the dragon to follow out of curiosity or sheer pack mentality.

A small figure unsurprisingly latched itself onto his side.  The only barer of any affection the vulpine had to offer.  "'Course, Lottie.  But do stay close to me."

Tensions continued to feel high and while he allowed the child to accompany him in the past, Gael felt the caution necessary.

"Others may catch up, if they feel inclined," he decided.  Four marked a sizable patrol, as far as the Pitt's numbers were concerned -- the faerie felt no need to continue awaiting the arrival of more.

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