Broken Boulder i lead the pack so my back's to them

"No doubt," Zamael responded, in easy tones. He shook his head at her first question, then nodded at her second--all the while, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. . .like, duh? He was silent for a moment, padding along, before opening his mouth to speak again. "I'm Zamael," he said. "Alarian's brother. I just got here, oh, a few days ago?"

Patrolling had a nice, relaxing beat about it that always lulled him into a trance. It quieted his ever-moving mind, even when there was someone beside him to talk to. When he'd first arrived at Coleridge, he'd taken all the patrols he could, trying to keep his thoughts away from all the ugliness inside. Now, as he agonized over when to tell his siblings about the tribe's orders, he found that same comfort in walking these borders.