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Slowly the blonde woman picked her way through the lands leading up to the new pack, Vinatta. To her knowledge, nobody from Inferni had conversed with the new pack and as Emma was sunny, curious girl she wanted to know just what this place was about. She didn't ride in on suspicion though, as her clan mates might have, no, she came for a different reason. The coyote woman came bearing goodwill, the peaceful one as always. With her she carried a basket, and though the gifts inside were born from the goodness of her heart, she couldn't help feeling childish as she appraised the items. Inside the basket she carried were two necklaces, simple leather cord with a tiny vial full of small bones adorning each one with a single red and orange feather attached to the vial as well as two leather cloaks that were hooded, rabbit fur lining the hoods. Though it wasn't from her leaders and from her, it was a gesture and it meant the same across the board. Nervously she stepped over a few fallen branches and was met with the distinct scent of a packs borders, and here she stopped and looked on with wide bi-colored eyes.
Not only was she bearing gifts, but she was dressed the part as well. A light breeze had picked up before she left and she too, wore a matching cloak, though hers was white rabbit fur instead of black and grey. Her hair was decorated with sweet smelling flowers and small shells woven throughout and braided into the long tresses of the coyote woman. Her scent was distinctly Infernian, the honeysuckle and lavender floating off of her in waves to be carried away by the slight wind. She sighed inwardly, then breathed out before plastering a sunny smile onto her maw. The sunshine child shouldn't be nervous, the coywolf doubted her new neighbors were harmful, and if they were, well then she had gained some information about the pack that she could caution the other clan members about. However, she preferred to keep an optimistic look about things and decided to go on with her plan. Raising her maw to the sky she howled, it floating through the tree trunks to reach whatever ears were listening, sounding soulful and beautiful before trailing off into a series of yips.
A strange mix of both species, it was both beautiful and strange. Much like the ball of sunfire that awaited whomever would come to meet her.
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