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the somber mood that defied the lightly busy hub-bub of excited spring caused a ripple of concern in tachyon - his golden gaze never betrayed his doubt, yet as he walked alongside the alpha his gait was troubled by hesitance. unwilling to break stride or pull ahead he maintained a slow clip behind the umber druid, silent save for the crunch of twigs beneath his paws or the stifled brush of his hips moving against flank. he would not speak out of turn -- in respect to the solemnity that rolled out from lasher like a heady fog tachyon brought his nose to the ground and silently investigated the sundry scents about them.