EVERYWHERE I GO // open, joining

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Once more, the vulpine found himself approaching an unfamiliar face.  The hybrid before him seemed to be an adult however, unlike his most recent encounter -- he lacked the prevailing scent of any of the Pitt's neighbors as well.

The vulpine twitched his ears, hazel eyes quick to note the feline-hybrid most likely felt uncomfortable under the sun; the presence of gills suggested an unfortunate preference for moisture.  The Pitt retained half of their jungle, at least.

Gael held back a frown at the sight of a cigarette -- disdain for smoke more than ingrained within the faerie.  Instead, he focused on addressing the stranger, voice impassive.  "Who are you?  And why have you come here?"

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