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[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

Warrick arrives and brings with him a feeling of ease. There’s nothing to be garnered from Romek’s laugh or his King’s inquiry; this is strictly business after all, nothing more, but when a grey mare steps out into the open quite literally from thin air - well, Longclaw has reason to pause.

He detests magicians.

Claw can’t know for sure that she is one - this creature. She could be a teleporter for all he guesses. What he does know is that there’d been no inclination of her approach, no smell or sound to associate her coming, just a visible sort of suddenness that unnerves him. That, along with the fact that she completely disregards Warrick and himself to take matters into her own hands, like she didn’t care for reprimands or necessarily fear them.

Normally, it would turn him on. Now it just reminds him of Deimos, and that sorry fuck was on the same shit list in his mind as Wyrm. It made his nose itch with irritation. Romek understands the necessity of his visit and he makes it clear that it’s not to dabble with this gray lady, whoever she might be, and so his question drags the wolf’s head around to pin him once more with a curious stare.

“Never heard of her and if she’s here, she’s hidden good.” He barks softly, choosing to settle into a comfortable sit. Knowing his luck, though, the woman he described would materialize like the storm-colored one just to prove him wrong. Women enjoyed that crap. “Don’t take my word on it though, see for yourself if Warrick will have you.” he finishes, rolling the buff of his slate-colored shoulders in a noncommittal shrug.

Five more minutes of this back-and-forth and he’d leave. There wasn’t much left for him to do anyways aside from tilting a sage head in his King’s direction to await any further instruction.