exactly what you run from \\ TANGLEWOOD KITTEN

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael conducted regular patrols around the Pitt's perimeter -- often with little interaction.  Recently however, the border had seen a fair share of faces; a fact that left the vulpine wary.  With Kydobi's recent warnings to not attack on sight, and Caesar's exiles, Gael expected little violence from the border; a relief he appreciated immensely.

While the faerie kept his eyes open, he hardly expected a kitten wandering through the desert, mooing.  With a surprise blink, the Irishman halted in his tracks -- staring directly at a child he quickly identified as a Tangler.  Of everything he expected to wander into the Pitt's land, this had to be achieve an unexpected award.

"Hello," his often impassive voice rang with sharp bemusement, brows creasing as he spoke.  "Are you lost?" 

The mooing, a sound he rarely heard uttered from the lips of a cat, made him ponder -- perhaps the kit was playing some kind of game; the kind his son used to enjoy.  Of course, Alaire could shapeshift from a young age and the kitten before him seemed to remain a cat.

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