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[Oxford Rendón]

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Somewhere around a week had passed since Oxford's arrival. He couldn't know for certain, as he was not one to keep track of time day by day. But he had a general idea of time and he knew that it had been close to a week. Since his arrival, it had been rather uneventful around Inferni. Oxford had attempted to make contact with a few other coyotes living amongst him, but so far had been as much alone as he had when he'd not belonged to the clan. Perhaps Inferni was slower around this time, or perhaps he'd had the wrong idea of what it meant to be in a pack or clan.

The rain sprinkled his fur, running over his body and cooling him down. Oxford was looking for Gabriel, the leader. He had quite a few questions to ask about Inferni and the war in general, and he hoped that Gabriel would have the answers he was looking for. Certainly he must, as leader. Sharp claws overturned the wet soil as he moved along, trying to catch the scent of his leader, though it was practically all over the lands. He thought to call for him but was unsure if that was the proper way to go about locating him. So instead, he continued to wander around with his nose to the ground, hoping that he'd come across the male by sheer luck.