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Windsong
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"There's the fuzzball!" He decried. The target always in the last place he'd look.
A quick wisp of a breath left the dunmer's mouth and he smoothed his hair back, blinking those firey red eyes for a moment. "Let my temper get the better of me. That can happen when members are too careless!" Back to the yelling.
"Care to explain to me, Xeras--" A casual leaning against a supporting stone column as he spoke, calm and collected once more. "Why there's a dead giant and two dead mammoths out on the plains with a set of large wolf tracks bee-lining STRAIGHT FOR WHITERUN." A raised voice, but not much yelling again. "Last time I checked, the only other lycanthropes in this city didn't leave obvious tracks back to their home. Mhmm? See where I'm going with this, Xeras?"
A quick wisp of a breath left the dunmer's mouth and he smoothed his hair back, blinking those firey red eyes for a moment. "Let my temper get the better of me. That can happen when members are too careless!" Back to the yelling.
"Care to explain to me, Xeras--" A casual leaning against a supporting stone column as he spoke, calm and collected once more. "Why there's a dead giant and two dead mammoths out on the plains with a set of large wolf tracks bee-lining STRAIGHT FOR WHITERUN." A raised voice, but not much yelling again. "Last time I checked, the only other lycanthropes in this city didn't leave obvious tracks back to their home. Mhmm? See where I'm going with this, Xeras?"