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Somewhere between Lake Sigurd and Lake Helgi...



Blue eyes peered through the cluster of leaves as a small, fox-like tail swayed from a branch. Colt had been lounging in the oak tree almost all day now, watching a few Fafners pass by from his perch. As a Sentinel, he was supposed to be looking out for any of those notorious rebels, which he doubted there was enough of them to plan any attacks soon. Besides, winter was fast approaching and the clans would have to store up on food... The Eevee almost wished a group of rebels would try to sneak into Brynhild right now. At least it would give him something interesting to do. Anything to relieve the boredom.

Nothing really helped. No matter what he'd try to keep himself amused, Colt always felt lazy during the day. However, whenever night cast a dark shade over the sky, it was as if a switch was turned on his head, making him lively and active. His tutor, Sliver, would joke around at times and suggest he was nocturnal. Perhaps that was why he preferred the shade of the trees instead of walking under that blasted sunlight.

Still, he felt like doing something to pass the time. Maybe pouncing atop the next Fafner that walked by to startle them, then innocently using the excuse of mistaking them for a rebel. Colt gave an amused snort and grinned to himself. That could work.

Colt's ears perked lightly as a glint of pink caught his eye. His head turned to where an adult Fafner and her spherical companion were strolling peacefully through the forest. He carefully calculated the size difference between them should the long-haired femme take his joke too seriously. However he hoped the element of surprise would be in his favor. The Eevee grinned as he crouched down onto the branch. He sprang foward just as the adult below him paused to choose a direction. "Banzai!" he cried as he fell towards his target.

"State your business here, rebel!" Colt barked. Although he tried to keep his facial features schooled, he was unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. Play-acting usually wasn't his style, but the foxy Fafner was curious to know how much he could get away with.

Colt blinked as something bounced onto him. He turned to find the pink sphere hopping on his back, wanting to join the pouncing, it seemed. He gave it a sly grin and placed a "finger" over his mouth in hopes to get the familiar to play along. "Aha!" he exclaimed, turning to face the back of the Harvester's head. "So you've brought reinforcements, have you?"

Colt couldn't help but chuckle to himself as the adult began to play along. He didn't expect to find any Fafners who would take the time out of harvesting for herbs or hunting for food to play with a kit such as himself. He watched the sphere in amusement before peering at the Harvester's response.

"Release you? My superiors would have my ears for such a suggestion! Ah, I believe you shall tell me of what you are doing with these before I consider letting you off so easily," He indicated to the makeshift pouch around her neck with his small nose.

"Planning to scavenge for what herbs Brynhild has before we loose 'em in the winter, eh? Looks like I got you red-pawed." he declared as he sat down onto the Harvester's back, blue eyes glinting triumphantly as his bushy tail flicked to the side.