07-23-2008, 12:06 AM
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Looking somewhat like Santa Claus, what with a well-sized make-shift sack of scrounged items from the city slung over her shoulder, Nikita followed as silently as ever behind Laurel. Though he visage looked mostly uninterested, her bright olive eyes were darting from place to place as they neared the area where they had dumped the rest of their stuff (something she was glad to have done, for dragging her cello back along with all of this stuff would have been nothing short of back-breaking). Laurel reported that this was the place, and a few hushed murmurs swept through the three of the group that hadn’t been there expressly before. Though she could only hear hushed snippets of conversation, she was able to piece together Jasper’s inquiry and burst into a broad grin. She knew that any shelter they would have would have to be pitched by their own hands. Which was all the better; there was a sense of accomplishment in living in a home built yourself. Much better than shivering in the shadows of the monoliths that the humans had put up before disappearing. Not saying anything (as per usual), the female coyote simply bore her burden and continued plodding towards the site they had chosen.
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