<blockquote>As Angier Lyall practically flew through the broken, but resilient trees of the Wildwood, he felt absolutely light on his feet. He had the <span class='word'>zeitgeist</span> by its tail and an unmistakeable spring in his step. Even when he had lingered in the forest for much longer than he had to, he was unfazed by his determined spirit. Alexander had assigned him to this specific task of gathering information and he was not about ready to give up or turn around to request another to help him cover the vast lands that made up Relic Lore.
By the time he had decided to cross the river, to investigate the scent markers he had passed on his way to the mountain from the west, the light-hearted feeling had faded. His breath kept getting caught in his chest as a lump seemed to form in his throat and his heart seemed to drum against his ribs. Something about the forest in the first rays of dawn, he decided, was what was making him grow skittish. That... and perhaps the strong, distinct scent of a male wolf... which seemed to be wafting his direction from a moss-covered tree to his immediate right. He took a few steps back just to be sure he hadn't crossed some invisible line then cleared his throat.
Tilting his head back and raising his snout, he smoothly voiced a polite request. A scout from Midnight Plateau sought an audience with a wolf from the River pack.</blockquote>
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