our lives are changing lanes

Vesper · 01-29-2012, 08:44 PM

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Some PP in catching X'yrin's scent. Hopefully that's okay; I'm unashamedly fishing for more words. xD /sswm 420

The small coyote loped ever northward, her lungs heaving to compensate for the increased elevation as she took in the scents of the forested southern belly of the mountain range. A westerly wind battered the mountain cranberry bushes she slipped through, bringing with it the scent of brine and causing the brown fur of her spine to lift. Pushing aside the memories, focusing on the most recent one sweeping through her soul like a spring bird, she bounded onward uphill and around the different outcroppings and logs.

It was not the first time that she had traveled through the Halcyon Mountains, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Her visits toward her dear friends’ pack had made her familiar with the different passages through the rocks and trees, but her route was altered this time: angling a little bit to her left as she climbed, toward the rumored place where a number of wolves had gathered in the month past. To the individual, it was something to be curious about, but to the clan of coyotes, it was a slightly more concerning matter.

Vesper did not want that to be the case, being rather species-blind—but she knew that she walked toward the wolves’ domain with the burden of new responsibility on her shoulders. Optio. The word sent her heart fluttering again in her chest, and she had to give her head a firm shake to rid herself of the feeling. Joined in autumn and already at the Legatus tier of Inferni; it was unbelievable, or at least it was to most. But it was no lie that her constant vigilance when it came to the borders and other goings-on had marked her as a presence in the clan, and she could only hope that this high rank would give her another reason to remain loyal to her new home. It was something else to do, and something she was proud of, and so she moved with more haste northward toward the other side of the mountains.

The wind blew again, and the naked branches rattled together as if to frighten her off. When the gust died down again, however, a familiar scent was able to waft toward her flaring nostrils. Her head and ears came up, and her businesslike, lank tail began to sway back and forth happily. Spinning and lunging in the direction of the odor, she let out a yipping call to let her Shepard know that she was there, a grin spreading across her narrow muzzle.

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