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She shouldn’t have ran the entire duration of her journey. Hell, she should have slept for at least a day. But no, time was of the essence and she couldn’t afford to waste her time with something as trivial as sleep. Sleep could wait. Food could wait. Grooming could wait. Not a chance could that wait. The female was too conscious of her appearance to even let that thought settle. But she didn’t take the time yet to groom the grime from her pelt or fix the braids now frayed and knotted.
But she did have the time to make her presence known to the tribal borders. Her voice exhibited both fatigue and want for attention as she lay, exhausted and weak. Every ounce of internal strength was used to carrying her call beyond the territory in the hopes of reaching the ears of whom she travelled this far to see. It was in this recollection of a name and face that the weight of her situation came plummeting down on top of her. She wanted to see him, make some kind of an impression, and she looked a mess.
Zynex cursed in silence, pulling her exhausted body from the ground to a seated position. At the very least, she needed to get cleaned up. Her coat was not as dirty as travel would have made it, but her mane was another story all together. She about bit herself for letting the mass knot itself so severely in the span of hours. Her digits raked through poorly wound cords to untangle them and combed furiously through the locks, snagging once or twice or problem areas. All the while, like a paranoid deer in a hunter’s midst, she kept a watch along the borders. Hoping to the gods that she would not be greeted in this compromising predicament…
At least, not until she was finished.
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