typhoon visitor ✦ it's not over

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Displeasure is quick to glint in the vulpine's hazel eyes when he notices a dire wolf on the border -- the gray pelt and smell of salt all too familiar.  Gael furrows his brow sharply, frown in place as the Vicar trots forward, his daily patrol taking a turn he did not approve of.  If he sought a family reunion between his cousins he'd arrange it himself.

The earthy scent of herbs catches him off guard -- Raziel had always been too altruistic.  Gael finds himself blinking, narrowed gaze shifting between the wolf and basket.  The extra supplies would come as a pleasant surprise for Aine no doubt.  A welcome addition to the storage he had tasked her with maintaining.

His ear flicked, a tired sigh building in his throat.  His cousin never thought twice -- simply gave.

"Mo rí," the Vicar never thought twice, head inclining ever slightly.  Gael knew his cousin did not enjoy the title, especially between kin.  "Bíonn imní ort an iomarca."

"If you're here, I assume everyone is well?"

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