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Myrika is by Bobbi!
Myrika peered over the especially muddy patches in the earth behind her with disdain. It was better than concrete or asphalt for her horse's hooves, but it was unpleasant to avoid such things in front of her own home. Perhaps she would bring more earth, and in the spring, try to plant some grasses. It would do the horses good, and she could always tie them out to graze them in order to avoid overusing the earth of the paddocks.
The coyote was soon greeted by the appearance of another, a younger female she was yet unfamiliar with, though the mahogany-furred youth was quick to introduce herself after a friendly greeting. Myri returned the greeting's friendliness with a wag of her tail and a grin, nodding at the younger woman's introduction. There was no show of rank by the rust-tinged Praetorian, of course -- she was not used to living within a pack structure, still, and struggled with the idea of a her place in the rank hierarchy.
Myrika Tears -- good to meet you, she said, and was about to launch into an explanation of their purpose when another figure, a pale white figure moving toward them at good speed, became apparent. She nodded in the shape's direction, and grinned. We might have company, too, the woman said, indicating the incoming canine with an extended hand. The shape loomed larger as it came closer, bespeaking great height at close distance. While the white canine was perhaps an adult, he was young, too -- Myrika was glad for this, and smiled at his introduction, as well.
Myrika Tears, she said -- and suddenly, she laughed. I don't think either of you are my cousins -- what a rare treat, she said, teasing both of them with a gracious smile. It was good to know Inferni did not consist entirely of those sharing blood with her. I was thinking about a hunt -- we could wait a few for others and talk a bit first, though? she suggested, shrugging broad shoulders and smiling.
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