born wild - open; hunting trespasser

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
INFORMATION

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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?

Falling behind the marauder was the petite fleshweaver, hazel hues alert at the scent of blood.  Uneasy.  Had been briefly worried of a fight.  But it was simply a large hunter who didn't know they had crossed the border.  Still.  The deer-fox shuffled her wings.  Wary.

At least he didn't seem to mind talking.  Aine chewed the inside of her cheek, ear flicking.  Neither Pittians were as big as a dinosaur, but there was strength in numbers.  And neither girls were... Defenseless, exactly.  Both carrying connections to the elements within.

"This... She means this territory belongs to the Pitt.  We're a... A clan.  Or group.  'an you've crossed over our borders." But she still felt pretty sure he didn't mean to.  Chased his prey right over more like than anything.  As such, the druid didn't speak with any malice, or added to Kold's threat.  Just quiet, simple fact.  Willing to explain or offer more information as needed.

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