A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
Lupus form, eveningish, near Amherst and Vinatta territory I guess? And this sucks. Take your time replying. xD
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Reassured by the warmth of her New Dawn friends, Vesper allowed herself some time to wander in the north and enjoy herself. The breeze from the ocean was refreshing, although summer was only beginning to grasp the region. She knew that many birds would be returning, such as the golden eagles that could kill a small canine; she’d have to watch out for them and the ravens when she returned home. Thoughts of vigilance brought her out of her scratching session, after she’d given a flea on her haunch a crushing nibble. Regardless of whether Inferni’s northern neighbors liked them, there were plenty of other predators that wouldn’t think twice about attacking her.
“How long staying?” came a croak from above, and the large raven landed on her shoulders. “Boy having news, can heading south again.”
“Not much longer, Stark,” the Centurion responded distractedly. It had been a long time since she’d been this far north, and she didn’t know what might have changed since she’d last come. Hiding within Inferni for safety meant that she was out of the loop of a lot of things, and while her rank had changed, she was still a scout at heart. She needed as much information as she could to ensure the safety of her clan.
She traveled west toward the sun, keeping to the shadows of the mixed forest to keep it from burning her eyes. Her head turned often to make up for her missing ear, and Stark patrolled in the high branches of the firs and oaks. Other than the usual fauna of the region, nothing disturbed them—and, frankly, Ves was beginning to wonder whether or not it was time to head back home. Just as she turned to call the black bird, however, a distant scent tickled her nose and caused her to whip her head back around. It was the smell of wolves, but mingled beyond the idle passing of loners.
A pack? Vesper wondered, and her tail quivered behind her with a mixture of excitement and unease. There hadn’t been one here last time she’d passed through, but whether or not this supposed pack was decently friendly was the real question. Her blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and she headed toward the source of the distant smell, hoping to get a peek at least at the borders.
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