Time for Talk or Time for Action

Vesper · 07-31-2012, 10:10 AM

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SO MUCH DISDAIN. Referenced X'ies being in the area (scent);
hopefully that's okay, since I didn't know how soon they'd reply. ^^

No matter what had personally happened to her, near-death experiences and frustrating arguments aside, Vesper knew she had to keep going for the sake of Inferni. Luckily, it was relatively easy to turn on the autopilot switch and send her drifting down the track around the edge of the territory. Scouting afforded her little time to dwell on her thoughts and emotions, as her brain was constantly assaulted with and needed to sort through the information around her. She teased air into her lungs, her nose shuffling through the scents old and new, and her single remaining ear turned liberally to catch any suspicious sounds. Low to the ground in her small, comfortable lupus form, not much missed her.

There was relatively little excitement as she headed west from her cave, skirting the rocky beach with a heavy heart and loping toward the salty plains of the Waste. Her coat was not the typical coyote-bronze of the near-purebred members of her clan, but she kept moving through the dry golden marsh grass anyway, her darker timber dapples disappearing like shadows.

Even as the border stakes came into view, Vesper heard a call clear as day: the voice of a wolf hailing her. Her paranoia fought against her curiosity, and she froze, one paw still in the air, as her ear turned toward the source. A poacher had nearly killed her, and there was still the Boreas conflict to remember, so she had to go cautiously—but she couldn’t ignore the cry. She was too close, and she didn’t want to give this wolf any excuse to venture deeper into the territory—although she might get a kick out of tearing into him if he did. She wasn’t in the best of moods.

The coywolf trotted confidently into open sight at the territory boundary, choosing to stand next to one of the skull stakes, where her blue eyes appraised the wolf then widened slightly.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said slowly, trying to keep back any blatant disdain. She recognized the dark wolf as another member of the Sequoia group, and not one that she particularly liked since the alliance’s first meeting. Shaking her head slightly, she asked in a polite but not too cordial tone, “What is it you want?”

Whether or not she knew this male, though, she was careful. She could smell another wolf nearby, and it seemed like the former Ichikan had a new pack’s odor on him: earthy and wild, almost like New Dawn but without the overpowering wolf musk of a many-member’s-strong clan. There was the hint of a smell that sent her heart racing, but it wasn’t enough for her to question him. She only stood and waited.

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