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Kaena Lykoi · 03-27-2011, 04:37 AM

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Date: 27 March

Setting: Far east Ethereal Eclipse

Time: Early afternoon

Character Form: Optime

Word Count :: 398 Big Grin

This was not a place the silver-shaded coyote generally visited. She avoided the areas near Halifax, and attempted to avoid the other packs in general. However, she had been spending quite a lot of time within Inferni as of late, and she was honestly at a loss as to the status of most of the other packs. She had taken nearly the past three weeks to meander about the territory, spending a few weeks camped in the center of the Dampwoods, occasionally returning to Inferni. Most of her days had been spent slowly meandering close to the packs, inspecting from a distance. She remained respectful throughout this, keeping herself far away from their borders, and yet she steadily gathered information, bits and pieces of knowledge to make Inferni safer, stronger, better. There were many scouts she might have designated this task to, but Kaena was curious to see for herself.

The silver-shaded hybrid planned to now move her camp southward into Ethereal Eclipse, spending the next few weeks inspecting AniWaya, Crimson Dreams, Cour des Miracles, and Cercatori d'Arte. They entertained a neutral relationship with Crimson and Cercatori, and were friendlier with AniWaya and Cour des Miracles, though the hybrid woman did not know their new leader by name or face. He was, of course, only new in the relative sense -- the silver shaded coyote could not approximate a time frame when Jacquez had departed. His presence seemed almost inconsequential in the grander scheme of what had happened in her life around the same time.

Having discovered a suitable enough area for her to settle as camp, the hybrid set about settling her things down. Thievery was uncommon, and the coyote did not think much of leaving her things around for all the world to traipse over if she went away for the day. Her green canvas sack was tied to a small section of frayed rope and tossed up over a tree. It would be easy enough for any Luperci to get the pouch down and root through its contents, but the coyote was more concerned with other animals attempting to get at her possessions. When that was complete, she settled down against that very same tree, reclining her back against its hard bark, her long legs stretched out in front of her. She figured she deserved something of a break, at least for a few minutes.

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