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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

Cathair was certain if he hovered around Drina any longer, she might see fit to try and break his nose on general principles. She had a bit of a point, she wasn't his woman to worry over and try to look after, and he really needed to do some exploring. Like hiking into the forest, which he did not want to do with a pregnant woman in tow, no matter how sturdy or well trained.

He noticed the dark haired young man just ahead of him, who had just sat down at the edge. Purposely, he moved so he'd make as little noise as possible as he came up behind him. It was a horrible thing to do, but he couldn't help himself.

Especially when he heard the boy's voice. Ack, a Scot. While Cath generally had little issue with the English, he considered the Welsh and Scots traitors who'd given in. "Things rarely are what they seem, boyo," he observed, standing just behind the Scot.