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Date: 23 Dec (b-dated)Time: Late morning Words: 362 |
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Myrika is by Bobbi!
Myrika grimaced as she looked at the tiny shack. She knew what she would find inside -- nothing. She knew what was behind the little shack, buried in a shallow grave. Thamur. She had placed rocks over his body, and they were still there, as far as she could see. The rusty woman sat atop her horse, however, and had no interest in traversing any closer to the shack that had served as her home for those long winter months. She turned her horse away from the ramshackle building, and guided Eira further north.
The russet-shaded coyote had not traveled this way since coming to Inferni. Now, however, she was struck with a sense of intimate familiarity. She had forgotten just how well she knew this land. After all, she had spent so many months here. The rusty coyote goaded her horse a bit faster, eager to get away from the shack where she'd spent so much time. Although Myrika had not had a direction when she'd set out from Inferni, the tawny coyote now knew where she was headed -- the pine forests to the north.
She remembered this area well from the winter she'd spent here. This particular stretch of woods was eerily quiet; despite its serenity and silence, Myri knew there was plenty of prey here. It was not hunting she was interested in, however. Her former duties had been scouting after Inferni -- even though she was now the pack's Historian, the tawny coyote could not help but indulge her wanderer's tendencies. She liked riding Eira, and perhaps Eira guided them this way because they'd trekked here before. Myrika thought so.
The roan mare splashed through a shallow stream, and Myrika felt cold droplets of water splash along her legs. She peered to the ground, and saw the stream was not yet frozen. Though winter surely bore down upon them, it was not yet cold enough for permanent ice to form on such fast-moving streams as these. Perhaps she might find a thin film of ice on a particularly still pond, but that was all. Still, sooner or later, they would see snow.
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