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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael was nothing, if not vigilant.  Consistent, the faerie circled the Pitt's perimeter, hazel eyes glinting gold in the sunlight, ever observant. 

Beneath the falling sun, the heat became more bearable.  The vulpine preferred this time, although he trotted with an almost absent-minded eagerness.  To be finished with his lone patrol, to return and check on matters within the Pitt's camp -- to check on Aine and Trygve particularly.

Dark ears perked to attention as a lone figure fell into view.  Catching none of their enemies' scents on the wind, Gael suspected the unfamiliar wolf may be a passing loner, or potential newcomer.  Coming closer, the Vicar found his brow creasing, for the canine seemed in extremely ill heath.  A new variable to consider -- the wolf may simply be seeking brief rest in the shade, not initiation into the Pitt.

Regardless, Gael came to halt, face impassive as he studied the larger canine.  "Who are you? And why have you come here?"

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