vaporous

[Wraith Creed]

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[/html]Wraith anxiously followed Vesper closer to the borders, anticipating some sort of tort reply. She knew she talked too much, but she couldn’t help it; she loved talking about her family, even though she suspected others found it horribly boring. This always made her feel insecure, but also powerful at the same time: knowing that she had a family made her feel strong, but wondering if anyone cared made her feel weak. When Vesper conceded that it was all right, Wraith let out a quiet breath she had been holding. She liked Vesper, not only because she’d listened to her very long story, but also because she was nice. Sometimes, she wished some of the coyotes in Inferni could have been her real mother or father, since her daddy was dead and her mother was unavailable. Even though Wraith pushed Aeron away, Aeron had been the first to draw blood with her betrayal against the clan, against everything daddy believed in, and against Wraith.

Vesper spoke again, this time providing her own advice. Wraith widened her eyes and then nodded. Yes, of course; a good scout needed to know how to not answer questions, but also how to do it well. And since Wraith wanted to be the very best and make Inferni and her daddy proud, she would have to learn these things. What Vesper said made sense, so Wraith murmured her own agreement while hanging on to the older coyote’s every word.

Vesper stopped talking and looked beyond the trees to the mountain. When she asked Wraith if she saw anything suspicious, Wraith frowned and wrinkled her nose in an attempt to determine if there was indeed anything fishy going on out there. There were a few broken branches here and there, but they looked old – as if it had happened before winter. There were no fresh scents on the wind and the trail didn’t have any tracks – neither prey nor predator. But Wraith did notice that a green bough from a cedar tree had been knocked aside. She couldn’t smell anything, but it seemed as though something or someone had been there recently. It was low to the ground, so it might have very well been a raccoon or a badger. She just didn’t know what.

“It looks okay, but see that tree over there? That cedar tree? The one pointing to the right, kinda? It looks like something hit it and knocked it over. The orange dead part of the tree is leaning kinda weird and it looks like the dead part got knocked off, but something was strong enough to hit the green part. I don’t know what. Maybe a badger or a raccoon? Something strong, but small. But I don’t think it was a canine. I don’t see any prints, so it couldn’t have been too big. What do you think?” As Wraith spoke, she moved closer and closer to the tree to investigate. Every so often, she would pause and flare her nostrils to test the scents, but she couldn’t find anything – yet. [html]

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