not really sure of the coming attractions

Vesper · 02-26-2012, 03:30 PM

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Blah post. Basically, she's sittin' and waitin' for Emma after calling for her. +3

Vesper was at the western edges of Inferni territory today, in a marshy portion of the Waste that had once been part of a bird sanctuary. It was evident even a couple of decades after the fall of mankind that this piece of land had once served a purpose, as sandpipers were loud in the marsh grasses, and Canada geese honked as they flew overhead, heading toward the water’s edge to browse. She’d even come across an old hay barn on her way to this point near the borders, back from when the lowlands had been used to produce rich fodder.

Right now, however, the land had been reclaimed by the wilds, and the coyote looked perfectly in place as she hunkered among the grass and watched the geese chase each other with outstretched brown wings. One had the gall to come toward her with a brazen hiss, but a quick bark and snap had set it straight. She wasn’t in the mood to hunt at this point, however, knowing that a full belly would weigh her down before she went on her patrol.

In the early morning, she would normally start at the eastern woods and walk among the border stakes, but it was a few hours past noon and she looked forward to being able to relax in the woodlands when she was finished rather than back-tracking. Besides, she had neglected this section of the territory lately, ever since that damn raven had started following her.

Pale blue eyes flicked upwards now, but other than a Canada goose flapping late toward the rest of the flock, the skies were clear of pesky birds. It was slightly overcast, with the only a hazy yellow suggestion behind the thin but vast clouds. The temperature was reasonably cold, but not in the frigid way of deep winter; spring was fast approaching, as were the rains, so it was merely chilly and wet. She might have asked for better weather, but this suited her well enough for her purposes.

Vesper had promised the new clan member that she’d come and see her after she’d learned to settle in, and she hoped that the girl had been able to find good hunting grounds as well as a possible den or mansion room. This afternoon would be the day she sized Emmanuelle up more carefully, though, and before crouching down in the grass she’d let out a yapping call to reach the girl’s ears. She didn’t know if the others had told her about the different rank paths in the clan, but she did want to see if she had a potential scout to take under wing.

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