sorry for the delay, and welcome to cercatori d'arte!
Skye had been traveling for a while. She was in her Optime form and her faded shirt and pants, just walking along the borders of the Cercatori d'Arte territory, waiting for something to happen. She recalled the facial expression on her mate, Bangle, as the other day, they shared some things that hadn't been said enough; she was pregnant, everything was changing, and things were now being permanent when she wasn't so sure they would. Now that she knew everything was going to be changing, yet permanent - she knew that Bangle would be there for her as well, and everything, right now, was fine.
The pregnant female continued to walk until she heard a screech. Alerted, she rushed towards the sound and found a canine on the borders with a dead deer, and the girl howled to the sky. Unnerved by the fact that his girl either didn't know or didn't care that she was on the borders of a pack, she approached her - "Hello," she said. "You're on the borders of Cercatori d'Arte, how may I help you?"
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