The slim jackal trotted along the borders, the spiked skulls rising like pillars over her. Her beloved pet crept through her fur, slithering from her back to her neck, where he lay writhing in pleasure. The dark Lykoi herself was also in a good mood - the biting cold of winter long gone, the dry heat of summer enveloped her and her snake like a blanket, leaving her reminiscent of her mother country.
"Are you comfortable, my friend?" she questioned the snake, almost to herself. The bright sun beat down on her dark fur; to some, it would be uncomfortable at least, and unbearable at most. To her, however, it felt like home - where others with thick coats and large bodies would have to stay inside or in the shade, the slim, dark jackal was free to walk upon the moor in the sun.
She scouted the borders, her large, cupped ears like radars, catching any stray sound that happened her way. She took sips of air through her nose, filtering out the scents that caught on the wind - dust, grass, and forested areas up north. It had been quieter, as of late - ever since the Boreas wolves were defeated, and after Ezekiel stepped down to allow Myrika to take his place, nothing of great interest had happened. However, that would not prevent it from happening - and so she scouted the borders, ready to defend, or at least to warn.
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