Call it aftermath; Levi

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

Longclaw can’t be sure where his jurisdiction begins or ends, but as far as he’s aware there’s Warrick to guide them, to lead and wear Tephra’s mantle - and then there’s him.

It’s lonely at the top.

This makes him laugh, (and why shouldn’t he? The shifter’s life has been going swimmingly as of late) mostly due to the irony of it all but he stifles the reaction with a wistful sigh and switches gears internally. There was purpose to his actions today. When normally his rounds would be devil-may-care, this time he peers with a sweeping gaze in hopes of finding a semi-familiar pattern. White splashed haphazardly over bay, one eerie red eye, and a constantly determined yet sour personality should do the trick.

He needed @[Levi], the previous heir, and his reasons are his own. The two had last met on brittle ground at the challenge arena and Longclaw had learned quick respect for the youth; he’d whooped his blue ass on the field and Claw had yet to thank him for the dose of harsh reality. But time had slipped between them and driven the two apart, only to bring one back around in the current moment.

Odd. He’d searched high and low for Offspring’s son and come up short, which was what had led him finally to this place - the back and often ignored side of Tephra’s volcano. Why anyone would come out this far is beyond him but he won’t judge. Claw keeps to himself on a singular island and hordes his own secrets there too. For a moment the Commander pauses, nostrils flaring to whuff the acrid stench that was Tephran’s ‘breeze’, but all he can sense is the thick smell of smoke and fire. The usual.

“Hmm.” He ponders for a moment. Moves on. Decides a different method would be best, “Levi!” He shouts instead, one more time for good measure, “Levi?”

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