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Set slightly forward in time at 8:00 AM. Same day.
She was in her lupus form now, snoozing the morning away. It had been pure luck to find unclaimed shelter within the woods, and Xahria had to admit she was quite thankful before. Curled up in a ball the female was, but as the bird's singing got louder, and activity of the other life increased, she slowly uncurled and became conscious. Yawning, her legs spread and as did her furry toes. The female groggily opened her eyes and looked around. The sunshine that entered her vision and made her look away, was proof that it was time to get on the road again. Xahria's usual frown went straight to her expression, and as she stood up, her form morphed into the Secui.
When her whole body shook with her command, the backpack made much sound, scaring away small critters of the woods. Smacking her lips a little and swallowing, she tried to get the dryness of her throat to go away. The canine then started to move outward of the small den - like shelter, and got to walking forward. She didn't really know if 'forward' was south, north, west, or east, but it didn't matter. Not only that, the female probably wouldn't be able to tell if she stopped to think about it, anyway. Because of her slow walking the previous day, this time Xahria decided to trot during her wandering. There was a slight bounce included in this, which she disliked, but to balance it out the female could feel how much faster it was, even though not a large amount.
Something made her forever curled downward lip curl even more. A growl. Not another's growl, her own, but not from the canine's throat. From the stomach that was aching for prey to fill it. Xahria hadn't had a meal in a little while, though of course she'd been able to hunt a few things down in her time in this land. Stopping, she tried to sniff out a scent. Much to her eagerness, a rabbit's smell was picked up, and it was pretty recent. The shifted canine put her nose to the ground, and was able to find her way. The hare was a white color due to season, and the only thing that gave it away was it's black eyes. 'Chase for the small thing was quick, but easy. In minutes she had herself a tasty snack, and it only took her a minute longer to finish it. That would do for now, Xahria would think to herself.
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