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my, was this a change. back in windclan, snow drowned the moor like endless frozen dunes of white; here the golden heat reigned over the land. the sharp gusts he had come to know were replaced with warm, lazy breeze. he could get used to a place like this. the spindly oriental decided to take a break from the cold weather and unfortunate events that have been plaguing windclan as of late. luckily, they had good relations with sunclan, and the idea of being somewhere warmer was too tsmpting for tarkin to pass up.
when he informed his emperor of his temporary departure, he was slightly suprised to find that he wished to join him. naturally, willhuff would never dare decline, but he was not expecting to have someone with him, especially not someons like Irluuk. it wasn't that he disliked the emperor; in fact, they shared a few similar, rare beliefs on things. no, tarkin supposed that he wasn't fond of having superiors watching his every move. call him antisocial, but the man's presence alone sent needle-like chills down even his cold spine, and most of the time, that was hard to do.
his pawsteps were seemingly silent as he crossed the border, half expecting to find a patrol inquiring their intentions. even if they were allies, tarkin assumed that he and his superior wouldn't look all that friendly. and, of course, there was no concincing Irluuk to take off that bloody hood.
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