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Firebringer growls low in his throat. The herd were weak, they were prey. In itself, their suffering meant little to him. But the signs of violation of territory were often small, and thus every aspect might hold clues. Cowed herd meant a disrespect of resources, and further evidence that the Pure's touch was poison.
Without a moment's hesitation, he turns to follow the group of four, skulking from shadow to shadow on the opposite side of the street.
Cord watches Firebringers action from his vantage shadowing him towards his target. Cord moves quietly above with his continued overwatch.
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Aeneas may have the senses of a log, but even he notices when his Elder begins to move. Aeneas follows, cautiously.
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The two wolves on the ground, with their very focused hearing are able to hear bits and pieces of the conversation the four are bantering back and forth.
<<Still no .. on Mike and ... Of course Mike .. say more .. one word at .. time, so thats no ... But Lima .. the opposite, talkative ... They were supposed .. be .. the causeway. Grandfather .. sure that .. Justicars were ... I .. don't like that he's-. Shut it.>> One of them smacks another, and their conversation continues, <<You .. to question .. and me ripping .. arms off is the .. .. can hope for. .. remember what .. to .. one we don't ... Anyway, grandfather .. that when .. Urdaga are gone, .. we .. rip Lima's head .., and i'm not .. to slow .. at all on purging ... And then .. can .. Bravo and Charlie go at ... What .. Oscar? With .. .. those fucks pissed .. Alpha and Delta .. Charlie, the .. thing keeping .. alive .. Grandfather's word. Target.>>
And then the four of them melt into the crowd that had seemed so afraid of them before. And the scouting party has lost sight of them.
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Whatever his flaws might be, Firebringer had no trouble counting. And he didn't like the number he arrived at one bit. Still, from the sounds of things, there was dissent in the ranks. Might prove useful, if he could learn how to split them further. Unfortunately the obvious method was also the most difficult to pull off.
For the moment, still nothing actionable. With a sigh, he continues his walk, paying particular attention to any sign of territory markings. They couldn't rely on poor noise discipline to hand them everything.
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A few moments later there is a shout and a cry, and then the street turns to panic.
Contiued in It's Just Lunch.
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