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Burnt? Whatever did he – ah. Well then. Speckles of what appeared to be burnt flesh adorned his neck and occiput. His snowy fur made it difficult to see them, even to a discerning eye. The Gamma was stunned into silence. First he came across a adolescent with a mangled limb. Now he's come face-to-face with a wolf who has survived fire. Fire! What the hell is this world coming to? Wicked's captivation only served to upset him even more. This, he did not allow the other to see. The youth's fascination with fire was not unheard of. Even Tatsuya wondered what it was, why it came to be, and where it came from.
INDENT“Tell you what: patrol with me, and I'll tell you what went down at our previous home.” Two birds, one stone. That was a good thing, right? Tonravik did not reward those who loiter or are lazy. Wicked did not give the impression of being either. The wolverine did not want to give off this vibe either. Staring into those bizarre eyes made him antsy too.
INDENTTurning around, he ascended further up the spire. Their pack mates have cut through here plenty of times already but he found the trail here – this divide betwixt claimed and unclaimed – to be wanting. It was a rugged, precipitous and treacherous divide but it had to be done. Tatsuya did not want to give loners or fauna any reason to breach Sawtooth Spire's borders. After climbing up a sort of rock staircase, he paused to see if his blemished companion was close behind.