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Day or night, it didn't matter to the blind wolf. Her world was always dark and navigating through unfamiliar territory was always a challenge. It was only due to her impressive memory that she had managed to make it so far. Even so, Hotaru was constantly stretching her boundaries and forcing herself to go one step further. Hotaru had explored all of d'Arte territory and a good portion of the Ethereal Eclipse. There were times when she had traveled farther northeast, but those expeditions were few and far between. It was time for her to explore the territory around Wolfville, to learn the beaches that stretched north into a mini peninsula.
With her walking stick in front of her, and Fawkes guiding her through the forest she was able to make steady progress. She swung her carved staff out in front in wide arcs and had it touch the ground at each point. As she walked her ears remained upright and alert for any signs of danger. Neutral territories held feral creatures and unfriendly loners that could attack Hotaru. Although she wasn't too worried about them it would be stupid for her to drop her guard.
A sudden lack of ground beneath her walking stick made the grey wolf pause. She waved the staff in the air until she found the edge of the cliff. A brisk sea wind flew past her as it carried the scent of salt and water. Hotaru loved the sea. She loved to walk along the beaches and listen to the waves. Fawkes's scent soon appeared in the wind and a happy cry of the red-tailed hawk sounded in the night. Fawkes too loved the beach, he enjoyed riding the thermals. Hotaru bent down so her hand could search for a rock. Once she found a decent size stone she tossed it over the cliffs edge and listened. It took a long time for the rock to hit bottom, which meant there would be no visit to the beach that night.
Instead of heading back Hotaru turned and followed the cliff edge. The smell of the sea had a calming effect and the sound of her staff as it tapped against the cliff side was almost hypnotic. After a while the muddled scent of coyote and fresh meat filled Hotaru's nose. The scent made her pause but she continued on, a little more wary than before.
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