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Breaking camp wasn't much trouble. Galilee was traveling light, with only a satchel packed with a few keepsakes and essentials. Even the flint and steel she'd used to light last night's fire were tucked back into the proper pouch. The fire itself had taken the longest to disassemble: her parents had taught her it was both prudent and polite to leave no trace while traveling, and the young woman was not so rebellious as to ignore good advice out of hand. Once satisfied that there were no hot embers remaining in the fire, she buried the ashes and scattered her remaining firewood. Other than her lingering scent, the only evidence she'd camped there at all was the slight indentation in the grasses where she'd curled up for the night.
Galilee cinched the straps down on her bag until it hugged her body closely. The black female then slowly shifted back to her lupus form, adjusting the fit of the satchel as long as she had hands capable of doing so. She took her time in the change, stretching and settling as each joint shrank down into its place. A long day of travel lay ahead of her and there was no sense wasting energy on a speedy shift.
Just as the last of Galilee's optime hair receded into her lupus mane, a scent on the wind and a stirring in the undergrowth alerted her to company. Mere moments later, an older coyote woman appeared, one-eyed and scarred, and talking about the borders she'd seen last night. "It's always dangerous camping alone," Galilee retorted with a small touch of sass in her voice; the response of a dominant youth to ranked maturity. Immediately, the young Aika remembered she was speaking to a stranger and not her overbearing aunt, and she corrected her tone as she continued, "Are those your borders, then? I didn't mean to be camping on your doorstep, but it was late last night and this seemed far enough away."
Galilee reverted to her normal polite self, remembering that she was now far away from the problems and protections of her home. Besides, a second glance revealed the other canine to be more of an age with her grandmother than her aunt, and Galilee respected the former as much as she disliked the latter. Still, someone didn't get that many scars by living a dull and peaceful life, and the loner was made wary by the memory of the skulls at the borders.
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