Fox's Glade dogma looks but never peers through the smog

chin lifts slightly as the statement is posed: she must be important to you. maybe it's the other male's terribly unkempt appearance or perhaps it's something else entirely ...but falquan doesn't trust him. his weariness brings with it a reinforcement of stoniness and an unwillingness to give him information about aurëwen. she is. spoken simply, if not devotedly. he would kill for her ...he would die for her. that is the way of the mahtanë — they serve and protect the royal family whatever it takes.

he is already days behind the trail and it's clear that it's been crisscrossed with other interrupting scents. even so, if he could pick apart all the scents converging and leaving here there was a chance by the time he found the right trail it would be cold. the help would be appreciated ...would it have come from someone whom did not call himself a scavenger. i'll find her on my own. falquan rejects the offer with a rumbling timbre of finality. if she was the one injured ...well, falquan realizes that he might already be too late but he won't know until he finds her either way and while he lives under the assumption that she's still alive he will continue to protect her regardless of the miles between them.