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Odessa rode morning, finding her small, childish form too impractical for the dangers out past the borders, ready to infiltrate as they had done with Inferni. Although she knew little about them, and they'd probably find her distasteful (not being in the slightest bit coyote), she couldn't help but feel sorry for them, and worried for Salsola. She took a brief sip of her water, from a thick, leather canteen provided by Novak when she requested. As she slid it away into one of the pied gelding's saddle bags, her ears flicked to the doggish call. While Keshi was fast, he was not nimble footed, as so as they set of at a speed (not wanting to waste time) the lanky creature stumbled along the rough terrain.
Arriving breathless and slightly panicked, having nearly fallen from her mount several times, she greeted the white scout a moment after regaining her breath. 'Hello' while it was cheerful and welcoming, as all of Odessa's greets were, as a general rule, this 'hello' was only similar. Non verbally retelling her worry. The horse beneath her shifted it's weight from side to side gently, tending to it's sore hooves, Odessa would rest him later however, for now there ore more important things at hand.
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