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The petite deer-fox only truly lingered by the borders while gathering desert herbs. Tucking her bounty inside the satchel harnessed to her side. But when she spotted her father, the druid decided to trot over, quietly catching up to his side. Pointedly ignoring Dante's presence entirely.
Aine flicked her ear. Hazel hues flickering about. While she ignored Dante, she had the distinct opposite hopes of him. For more members who understood it was foolish to crave unnecessary bloodshed. To only bring death and fire on their clanmates. Stupid. Better to be smart and save those claws for when they were actually useful, rather than picking fights with kids and curious strangers.
Funny enough, her father had actually brought her to the Pitt to be safe. To be within the walls of a tough group. Then again, he was in charge now. And it wasn't as though they had forgotten how to use their claws. They were smarter now. Knew not to use them when uncalled for. Most of them anyway.
The fae's wings shuffled at her sides, head dipping lightly in greeting before reaching backwards to adjust her satchel. Didn't want any of those herbs to fall out. "'m... 'm called Aine. Aine Ní Broin," she murmured, tightening the harness.
[/td][/tr][/table]Aine flicked her ear. Hazel hues flickering about. While she ignored Dante, she had the distinct opposite hopes of him. For more members who understood it was foolish to crave unnecessary bloodshed. To only bring death and fire on their clanmates. Stupid. Better to be smart and save those claws for when they were actually useful, rather than picking fights with kids and curious strangers.
Funny enough, her father had actually brought her to the Pitt to be safe. To be within the walls of a tough group. Then again, he was in charge now. And it wasn't as though they had forgotten how to use their claws. They were smarter now. Knew not to use them when uncalled for. Most of them anyway.
The fae's wings shuffled at her sides, head dipping lightly in greeting before reaching backwards to adjust her satchel. Didn't want any of those herbs to fall out. "'m... 'm called Aine. Aine Ní Broin," she murmured, tightening the harness.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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desert flower
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