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Caspa couldn't help but feel a strange fascination with the austere and barren streets of the city. They showed a wealth of mechanical knowledge in the near-miraculous constructions. Humans were something she had learned to almost revere. They had taught many things to the wolf in crafting their faithful dog, and she was a blend of both creatures. It had even been hinted in her gospel that the original believers had been humans, and the tenets of good discipline they had learned from wolves, refined by divine guidance, and taught to their hounds. She didn't have much time for history and theory: to her, her beliefs were self-evident. But if the humans had built this place and risen to such heights, they must have understood them at least somewhat. Obviously, not well enough, because they had never learned to live at peace - not with each other, nor the natural world. She could have felt dwarfed looking up at the grey piles of stone that were buildings, but she didn't. She felt superior.
She always found something here to engage her active and questioning mind, an object or a fellow stray. The cold December air was empty and clear today though. Her leather coat was thankfully still serviceable, although marked with horse-tooth-marks and lacking sleeves - she'd taken those to make a satchel. A warm sheep-fleece gilet nestled closer to her skin, the wool soft against neck-fur and around her hips. Caspa had dressed to travel, and was cosy enough as long as she kept moving, easy enough to do as she still sought to find something to capture her imagination. One building, taller than the rest with colourful glass in the windows, drew her and she moved to it. It seemed old - the walls made from uneven grey blocks of stone, and there was a crack beginning near the roof, which was sharply pointed and had a overhanging belfry which stuck out over the street a little way. She wanted to look inside, but something warned her away from venturing beneath that protuberance. Indecisive, she sidled back and forth in front of the wide doorway, trying to see inside without going any closer. It looked to be one large room with a high ceiling. She was drawn to the cavernous interior, but put off by that sense of danger. It was a dilemma, which suddenly became even more multi-layered than she would have thought possible as a cluster of scents hit her at the same time as she heard a voice, heard something coming towards her, and turned to face a cougar. More accurately, the cougar had passed her, moving towards the wide entrance.
She stared after the large feline, every long hair prickling on her body. She was glad now she had brought her throwing knives. She had not faced a rival predator before, and knew no Low Speech. She could have killed it instantly, but long habit of refraining from violence stilled her hands - that and the sight of the wolf just a little way up the street, arms clawing at thin air. Caspa frowned, perplexed. What was this? She crossed with hasty, nervous steps to the man, eyes flicking him over to check for injuries - he seemed fixed in place as if unable to walk. "Either you are hunting that lion or following it, and I can't quite believe either to be true."
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