<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">)+( <span class="bbc_u">Mute</span> )+(</span></span></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Furtive Spook</span></em><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></em> Main Densites, Kiowa Territory.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Company:</span></em> Jadene, Bhaltair, and Tsuki.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> Vitani and Slash. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Rank:</span></em> Kiowa Ingyanga <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme:</span></em>...<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong> "I see them, the souls that struggle with the dark...</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UC3G1Iem.jpg)</div><br/>"Booring..."<br/>"Then make yourself useful for a change and go hunting!"<br/>"Pff, he's too lazy for that."<br/>"Seriously, things at the densite are really boring! Why can't the festival be here already?"<br/>"Bellyaching about the moon festival already?"<br/>"Well, I like boring. That means nothing is wrong- Hey, has anyone seen Alpha Zuya?"<br/><br/>Mute did not feel like he had much room to talk at this point. His lips pursed in concern. As much as Tsuki was trying to come acrossed as casual; he had his doubts. Pecado's siblings were different animals than their brother. He was in rather rough shape, and would likely be so for an untold number of weeks. Cracked ribs were a real trial to heal. And <strong>Tsuki</strong> smelling like <strong>Zuya</strong> only added to the worry. As pleasing as a stroll sounded; Mute couldn't help but continue to worry about matters beyond his control. <strong>Bhaltair</strong> was also prone to minding such things, by his recollection. The ingyanga took a moment to ponder; risking the danger of being lost in thought on the spot. Taking into account, his recent dilemma, Mute couldn't remember when he had felt this indecisive. He had always made it a point to have a plan.<br/>During this time in pause, Mute took a moment to look up at the sky as the other two exchanged a few sentences.<br/><br/>If only he could speak...maybe then he could add voice to his meandering thoughts.<br/><br/>Then again, there was no affirmation hearing himself think allowed would improve his situation. In all due reality, perhaps he was going to think himself to death. It was choking and frustrating not being able to voice his concerns to his friends. This...this really sucked. Mute furled his brow in consternation before finally settling on the obvious point: he really couldn't bring himself to make up his mind right now. Well, on much of anything. Part of him wanted to get away. And part of him wanted to go back to sleep...but when he did...all he could see was Pecado's distorted corpse. Mute winced before returning his gaze back to his two visitors. Perhaps there was really nothing he could do for now. It didn't occur to him his fellow ingyanga wanted to steal him away for a walk to confide in him. Yet, even small talk could be better than the mire seeping in his mind right now.<br/>Mute managed to nod to her before giving a sympathetic look to the sitter in question. And, well, <strong>Bhaltair</strong> being here reminded him that perhaps visiting the pups some more may do him some good. <br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...I see them, my silence beckons them, yet they do not come.</strong></div></div>