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There really was no plausible explanation as to why the Infernian hunter was out in the free lands, frequenting unvisited areas. In one delicaat hand, laying in what someone would call a dormant position, was her bow. In the dark of the night, it wasn't seriously of much need. Hunting with the darkness cloaking the world had pros and cons, creatures were snug in their homes and unsuspecting. Omni could easily just slide her hand into a den and pull out a fresh groggy meal. But maybe the slender coywolf didnt't remotely want to attempt that. Looking up, the young canine had noticed the clouds pull away to leave the shining crooked smile of the moon. The world was splashed a different way, colors were lunar and surreal. Moonlight bounced off grass, illuminating it to the point of what one may describe for a ghost world. The beautiful coyote could have said that in a second, maybe a better tale to take back to the clan. Pickings were not the best at night, that was very much true. Better than sleeping in the thrawls of vulnerablility however.
Toned legs brought her through the thick vegetation, lithe body creeping low in the newly growing foliage. Other than groggy, sleepy diurnal prey; there was nocturnal beasts all around. A slim coyote muzzle lifted the the sky, taking a delicate whiff and sniff for others. Indeed the golden girl could tell that there was an other in the proximity. That bit of information was slightly passed. A stranger didn't need the likes of her wandering, the cinnamon coywolf not needing to bother someone.
Bright azure eyes brought themselves onto an ivory thatch of fur, slipping away as quickly as she had managed to grasp it in her cerulean grasp. If propelled by instinct, or just some blasted impulse, Omni scaled the nearest tree. The long streamlined bow was flipped onto her back with the quiver of arrows, out of the way of unscarred limbs. The branches were easily to use, strong, sturdy, and supporting. Omni didn't get to high up in the rough and tall plant, stopping maybe fifteen feet up. The small slice of moon looked much closer, to be honest. Like one of her slender hands could just cup around the thing of light, claim it as precious treasure. Her mistake was the yawn. As her thin muzzle opened wide, body shuffling with rest, Omni plummeted to the ground.
A loud yelp slipped through parted jaws in her pain, the young woman had broken her fall with her arm. Hopefully it wasn't broken, perhaps if lucky it was simply a bad sprain. Big blue eyes wide with embarassment and pain, Omni noticed that the stranger with the bright white fur wasn't that far away. Babying the arm, the girl clutched it gently to her chest. It wasn't like she was going to spy, why would she do that? The tree would have made a perfect place to stay. Out of the way of predators and the like. Left arm screaming, a meek small voice piped to find the stranger I'm sorry. That was likely the worst thing the small hybrid had ever done. Fallen out of a tree, and likely convinced the other female that she was a bumbling idiot.
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