09-21-2020, 07:34 PM
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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.
♛ 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