State of my Head // Open

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Distinctly aggressive growls and the snap of jaws quickly gathered the Ardent's attention -- eyes and ears swiftly snapping in response.  The borders had been relatively peaceful in recent days; an abrupt change to this did not bode well.

Gael swiftly caught up to the gathered youth; noting with gratitude how immediate Jack and Trygve arrived on scene to support the poor child.  His hazel eyes ran over the now-deceased Rottweiler, with growing unease -- the disease he recognized with grim certainty.

"Kold," he keeps his voice soft, conscious of the loss; one he had suffered, in an unpleasant, though different, way.  "Did she bite you?  She --" Gael hardly wished to press so soon, "she was ill, little one.  Not well."

"But she is no longer in pain, now.  As Jack said, we can give her a burial -- honor her passing."  It was, the vulpine felt, the least they could do for the grieving child.

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby