a peddler's smile, a swindler's lie

Sparrow · 05-12-2012, 01:39 PM

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Word Count → 326 :: I suck at starting posts. ; ; Tell me if you'd like anything changed.~

The cloak that adorned the woman felt soft to the touch, and though it felt strange to have something covering her body, it was comfortable enough, especially when the hood provided shade from the sun. She had decided to wear it that day, despite the fact that some clouds drifted across a sea of blue, just for convenience’s sake. If she was going to wander through the unclaimed Bay, where nary a tree could be found, she would need clear sight in order to catch anything out of the ordinary, and the disturbance of the sun was not going to be at her expense.

So, she set out that morning, her crudely made bag that was constructed with leather hanging at her side. It was filled with that day’s lunch, as well as the various pelts of the creatures her traps snared. She did not know if she would run into anyone that was willing to trade with her, but it was better to be prepared, she decided, especially when she could insert a word of good tidings on the behalf of Inferni. She did not know how many or whom the Boreas had preached to, but Sparrow knew it was better to have another canine that saw the clan for the better than for the worse, though she still was not too keen on meeting another wolf.

Exploring some of the northwestern territory was Sparrow’s goal that day. Though she would rather stalk around Inferni’s borders, only her eyes touching the outside lands, it would help the clan if she knew what laid beyond it herself. There was not much to see; though the shoreline was pretty, it was rather empty on this side of the land, much unlike that of the eastern woods. While she paid some awareness to the bare plains before her, she found herself tying some pieces of long grass together to busy herself, her feet moving mechanically over the earth.

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