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in silence the druid placed himself protectively alongside osprey -- the female who at this moment, was his only allotted interest in life. something about her compelled the ashwater wolf to protect her no matter the cost. by now she had spoken and her command was met with a thoughtless flick of his ear in mindful obedience. tachyon's pale fur remained visibly ruffled, and for a moment the druid stayed a second longer -- his gaze cast long and slowly over the incensed yearling that had spat forth a sharp diatribe. his golden gaze was without any sort of discernible emotion -- slowly, he blinked -- and then stalked faithfully behind his limping comrade.