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Northern border, Borgata Mazatl area if that's okay. Early evening. Should be dark by the time they get to... whoever. 
I figure Shae can post first and PP them getting there, and then Mel can come in? Or whatever you guys want. :3 WC: 338
It was early evening, but Denver had a job to do. Eris had given him a task, and he would be certain to perform it. He was to protect Salsola-- and her still growing children-- from outside threads. According to his superiors, a homeless canine had been found lurking around the borders, and this would just not do. The outsider was to be disposed of.
The same task had been given to his cohort Maggie; they held the same rank and strove for the same co-rank, and so they were destined to work together. For this fact alone, Denver was more amicable. The girl was at least pleasing to look at, and in general had been easy to work with. Both of them desired more than their previous lives had given them, and they were equally motivated to strive for betterment in the Thistle Kingdom.
Denver had never been largely violent, but this matter was entirely different. If he were to appease his superiors, he would be granted more clearance, and eventually would be superior himself. The ivory dog already believed he deserved such respect, but knew that here it must be earned-- for that, he respected his King. The Associate may have been lazy, but he knew when an opportunity knocked, and would be the first to grab it if he could.
The sinewy muscles were returning to his legs, and he moved towards the borders quickly. He had easily abandoned his uncomfortable bedding in the Ruins in order to perform this task, and so determined pale eyes set themselves upon the skyline, searching for a large, lone, misshapen tree that rooted itself near Salsola's northern border. It wasn't long before he found the landmark he sought-- the same place he and Maggie had agreed upon meeting. From here, they would convene and locate the stranger so close to their precious home.
Leaning into the shade of the lonely tree, Denver waited, light blue eyes ever watching the sun as it crept farther down the skyline.
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