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If he had known how much time his daughter was spending nearby Inferni territory, Gideon would have undoubtedly been disappointed in her. It wasn't as if Melee was running around looking for trouble, but she certainly wasn't doing her best to stay away from it. Then again, that was her nature. She wasn't one to avoid mischief, trouble, or bold moves that could end up getting her into a pickle. If anyone had to learn the hard way, it was Melee Soul. Until she had learned it the hard way, it wouldn't fully process for her. Heck, even then she would probably be out causing a ruckus. It was just the way that she operated and her family knew that. Range was the more obedient, well-mannered one between the two of them. Though he wasn't always as sweet and innocent as he acted. As she well knew from her recent excursion with him.
Today, her intention didn't have anything to do with Inferni's close proximity though. She was on a mission. A mission to find a horse that she could eventually take, tame, and train as her own. Despite the fact that she still didn't know how to even begin catching an equine, she knew she wanted to do it soon. Now was a good time, before the snow and the ice that could make sneaking around harder. The Dampwoods were where other pack members had caught their horses, so it seemed a natural place to try and find her own. So far, though, no luck. All she had found were trees, moss, dampness, and a general lack of anyone. It was actually pretty dull. Unwilling to be dissuaded from her self-imposed plan, though, Melee had pressed onward into the Dampwoods. Figuring that eventually she would find something interesting to do.
When she saw the younger girl playing with a dead bird, she pricked her ears, pausing in her walking to observe the little charade. Melee grinned, listening to the one-sided conversation with "Mr Squishy." Completely unaware that she would be wholly unwelcome, the girl stepped forward. In her Optime form, it felt strange to see a puppy. They seemed so small and awkward and ... strange. The fact that it was a coyote pup didn't help, either, because the size differential was even larger than if it had been a wolf pup. "Enough for three?" she asked as she walked nearer to the party; unfortunately for her, in this case three would definitely be a crowd.
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