<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">&gt;*&lt; Machamoti-Chi &gt;*&lt;</span></span></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Sunhome Sentinel</span></em><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></em> The Main Densite, Kiowa Pack Territory.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Company:</span></em> Juno. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> Relic<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Rank:</span></em> Warrior<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme:</span></em>  Wolves in the Woodlands. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBkcwy-iWt8)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong> "No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it...</strong><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLMe_JonTu0/TPfvLxcx02I/AAAAAAAAAJA/SyghujC7AIU/s1600/white-wolf-big%255B1%255D.jpg)</div><br/>"<strong>Lay-zee!?</strong>" Machamoti-Chi would echo with playful disbelief, giving a small snort before raising his nose to the air in an uppity manner with his eyes closed. "<strong>I'll 'ave the both uh y'as know...that I made no wasted e'ffort. Wut-wiff-the two uh y'as showin' off like spring-born pups.</strong>" he'd bring his nose back down and smile at<strong>Relic</strong>; knowing she was the youngest in the bunch. "<strong>Pfft, lay-zee. I'm experienced 'nuff to know not tuh waste effert.</strong>" his tall-tales retort finished, he'd turn his head just in time to see the other tracker roll their eyes at him.<br/>However, he would become distracted once<strong>Juno</strong>thanked him? Odd. She had never thanked him before; especially for doing something she could've done herself. It was sweet though. She was usually all-business...much like him, actually. Maybe their youthful tracker was softening her up? Meh, too soon to tell. Yet, it didn't stop him from smiling at her.<br/><br/>Least till<strong>Relic</strong>took another jab at him. "Falling behind." How many nerves was she aiming for today? True, he was the eldest here, but he wasn't anywhere close to retirement. "<strong>Whatcha take me fer, tenderfoot? If we weren't on the job, I'd hafta learn ya a thing or two about pacing.</strong>" Macha called from his rear-guard position. "<strong>The only t'ing fallin' t'day, is some tasty pork chops, mind you.</strong>" The Sunhome Sentinel would confirm with the group before doubling back to give the forward group more space. A cool drink from the crick reminded him how thick the woodlands were up ahead. He still stuck out too much. So, as to not tip off the prey, he was certain to keep his distance till the others were good n' ready. He knew his role; this wasn't his first rodeo. His primary concerns were other wolves, after all.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...so too must my heroism prevail, that I can disprove the evil in others.</strong></div>