Flerbaderbaderp.

A black nose appeared in the crack of the door. The scent was clear. The slender grey muzzle that drew itself cautiously out nudged the door open, and Kiluar stepped out. He took a breath of air, happy to be feeling fresh air on his face. There was nothing more cruel than to keep a wolf inches from freedom, yet he knew he would not be able to go. Now his scent was everywhere, he could simply be followed back to Kestrel-s camp. He was not about to be the downfall of his leader. Still, he could not resist to be outside. How long had he spent in that shed, regaining his health, rotting away? It seemed like forever, and he was not about to go back in.

ooc: Not sure who to bring in to the this, Gaoth is becoming repetitious.

OOC: Bored :l

Citali, from her den, heard the door creak open. Giving the air a quick sniff as she emerged from the dug-out haystack, she stretched her legs. "Aren't you going to escape?" she yawned, padding up behind Kiluar. "Gaoth's gone; you could make a clean getaway."

ooc: she's not being serious, but I suppose that's obvious.

"And go where? To Kestrel so you can track me? I think not Citali." His tone was respectful, even if his words were scornful. "Besides, why would I want to go? As long as I can have my fresh air I shall respect the fact that I am prisoner. I have my honour."