it all moves forward - joining

[gael]

[align=center]

♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The Imperator felt, with their returned aggressive status, the daily patrols he insisted on walking became more important -- if a trespasser came by, he wanted to ensure the threat either did not exist or was minimal at best; easy to deal with.  Newcomers still wandered to the sands too; more often it seemed.  Gael hardly minded; the Pitt needed numbers.

When the vulpine spotted movement, he made a sharp change of direction -- straight towards the stranger.  Nothing salty or swampy in their air; no trace of alpine either.  Simply another hybrid stranger, with no ties to the Pitt's enemies.

Gael inclined his head, thought creasing his brow as he recognized the hybrid to be writing -- or perhaps drawing.  A curious and rare trait to find among the sands; he knew few to be openly literate though he planned on remedying such in the coming days.

"Who are you, and why have you come here?"

"MAKE A MOVE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / imperator / lamby