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Set at the Rocky Outcroppings at Grotto dei Avernus. Anna & Clover!
With the melting snow of April, this area was becoming increasingly wet and disgusting. It had taken Hybrid a fair bit of time to make his way to the rocky outcropping which overlooked the entire region of the grotto. He hadn’t wanted to give up after coming this far, but now, he was sufficiently peeved. The last time he’d come here, a rather peculiar – no, brain-dead – coyote had found him and harassed him. He’d been in his Optime form displaying behaviour Hybrid generally associated with the other forms, so he had been sufficiently surprised. He hadn’t seen this coyote around recently and was glad for this: he had been a bit of a bother. Luckily, there seemed to be a few other coyotes he got along well enough; namely the female coyote whose name still escaped him. Whoever she was, she had been pleasant enough. He had promised her a wolf murder sometime soon, so he supposed he was due to take her a ways northwest of Inferni to find some loners. While they couldn’t head up the mountain anymore since that damned wolf pack now lived there, Hybrid figured heading away from the rest of the wolves was a good idea.
With that thought, he let out a long yawn. He stretched his forelegs and shook out the kinks in his neck. Once he was done, he licked his chops and looked around for a few moments. His feet and underbelly were caked with mud and as he stretched, flakes of dirt fell of f his pelt. He supposed he rarely looked presentable on a good day, so he wasn’t too bothered by this. He paced around on the rocks for a few seconds before picking a suitable place and sat down. Hybrid began to form a plan for his next outing with the female coyote.
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