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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine trots over the sand and snow quietly -- quickly with the familiarity of his daily patrols.  His hazel eyes narrow swiftly as called words reach his ears; an unintimidating threat of knives and husband.  The Ardent frowned as he caught up to his daughter, conscious of her ire and unease with the day's strangers.

Gael inclines his head, studying the two as each spoke before answering the important questions.  "We are a group, or clan -- whichever you prefer to call us."  The faerie had found that designations varied from place to place; clan, country, group.  "Our alignment is to ourselves."  Chaotic neutral, in a sense.

"We have room, if you are willing to contribute."  The vulpine did not appreciate lazy bodies, although he knew Aine would accuse him of being a workaholic -- the equally troublesome flip side of the coin.  Regardless, he moved along, ear flicking.  "I am Gael, and I am the Ardent of the Pitt, or leader.  Aine here is my daughter; she is our fleshweaver, or medic."

"Our camp lies within the jungle," he supplied curtly. "But the desert is ours as well; our borders lie here."

BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / pitt ardent / penned by lamby