It was unusual for someone to interpret what was meant by stinky the first time that they heard it. But Omni seemed to know just what was meant and made Symera grin widely. It made her feel reassured that she wasn't the only coyote in the bunch. After all she assumed that only coyotes would be able to interpret the meaning with ease. The small girl gave a nod of her head at what was spoken. Even though they weren't going out specifically looking for stinkies they were still going to hunt it if they ran across any. That was certainly a delight for the bloodthirsty little girl. it felt good to be in the company of those that wouldn't try to save the damn things but were looking to slaughter them as well.
"I am not afraid of stinkies." And it was true seeing the way that she plunged headlong into fights without concern for her own safety. She was reckless in her enthusiasm. But she also refused to give them a proper name because she refused to allude that they had any sort of sentience. Symera had learned already that wolves hated to be called stinky and well, that made it even more of a pleasure to refer to them in such a way. Perhaps it was a provocation for them attack, or maybe they would have done so regardless, but either way it gave her reason enough to attack to kill because it would be seen as defense.
Symera turned her head to watch Ithiel run off before looking back to Omni and finally answering her question about the horse. "I rode with Myrika one time." And that would be her entire experience upon horseback. She didn't have a steed of her own and couldn't say that she had been all that comfortable on top of a horse the last time that she was on. To her it had felt weird to be up that high and well, the way the horsed rocked made her feel that she was about to fall off at any second. So even should the small girl attempt riding she would be unable to do so on her own.
Because of that it only left her with the option of walking. She didn't have her own horse and she wasn't about to ask for a ride if it wasn't offered. Besides, she was used to being on her own two feet, even though she would never be able to keep up with the pace of the horses. Still, she had traveled long enough distances, or at least those in that were surrounding Inferni, at a walk when she went out on hunt on her own. So she was used to travel that way, and the even harder struggle of having to drag along dead weight with her when she finally returned.
So Symera walked along easily enough, keeping alert of what may lay outside of the borders. Of course her attention got distracted by the ruckus that Ithiel's horse was making when he had finally returned to the hunting party. Sym gave a turn of her head to glance over to the male and his rowdy horse before turning to stare out past the border again. She was minus many of the luxuries that the other two had, her own horse as well as weapons, but she made up for that with passion and dedication. No matter how hard or difficult things became she had not once run away but just fought through it all. She refused to fail because she refused to give up, to her failure only coming once you gave up trying.
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