[private] They all warned us about times like this

[Gale]

@Obscene

i hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do ---------- i hope you dream of me Gale cannot quite name the emotion that sweeps out of Obscene. It’s something dark though, and strong enough that as it sinks beneath his skin it sets the streaks of brindle along his sides to glowing more brightly without any effort at all. So the green-winged mare that he’d caught a glimpse of during their last encounter is a pressure point after all. But not a tender enough point that a threat to her would enraged Obscene, Gale thinks. Had he realized that the opposite was true, he might have hunted her down this instant. He does frown - just a little - at the way the black stallion has altered the invitation to catch up with Sickle and Aela in the Pampas to something else, but the low promise to accommodate Gale’s plans returns the smile to his navy face. “Yes,” he says, his voice and expression as casual as the others is malicious, and he nods as though pleased that Obscene has come to this realization. “You will.” Overhead, one of the hummingbirds explodes. He hopes it was the shifter, but doesn’t spare a glance upward, choosing instead to disappear into the fog, no more substantial than the mists that drift through the humid jungle. GALE