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SSWM - 485
Small snow flakes danced through the air, so light they seemed to ride the wind for ages before cascading gracefully among the rest of their fallen brethren. It was a sad sort of storm, flurries under a midday sun from clouds that were neither menacing nor dreary. It was pleasant, the temperate the only true thing that made traveling tiresome. The tawny female wandered, though with each paw step she made certain not to come too close to lands that were not hers. The borders of Dahlia de Mai were far from safe, though Anu did not realize that she was not the only beast weary of the territory. There was a war brewing, beyond her knowledge and beneath her nose. The Dreamer had cross through the city in order to give the large pack a wide birth. And then silver tipped femme had headed north once the city had lost its concrete and become pure wilderness once more. It was when the snow had begun.
The Manor had been quiet when she had slipped away so early that morning, briefly saying her goodbyes and then headed west and not looking back. Her business was vague, and it made her insecure to not know exactly where to find those she sought. Neither the Dreamers nor she personally, had any true tie to the coyote clan, and still Anu wished to see how Gabriel faired. Though he was never truly warm in his mannerism towards her, Anu found him as a friend. She trusted the doggish hybrid, seeing his spiritualism and faith similar to her own and even his distrust of her species intrigued her. Even if she was not welcome, Anu traveled closer. Their scent filtered to her nose, as lightly as the flakes of ice that rode the same wind. Slowly and carefully the wolfess meandered her way towards the coyote border. She was nervous, never having come to the boundary in search of a clan member. Her nose graced the top layer of snow, testing the ground first and then the air in search of the invisible line.
Blue eyes looked into the forbidden lands. She had yet to come across a floating head, and braced herself for the moment she was sure would come. Perhaps the words of Inferni’s leader should have haunted her, the less wolves at our borders the better She should have stayed away, and yet Anu wandered closer. The female was normal not so reckless, but perhaps the coy-clan had lessened in its eerie persona, since Dahlia was now her least favorite lands to enter. The Crimson Dreamer slowed, almost stopping completely. She felt the change in the air; the scent unmistakable. The owned land she walked upon might as well have burned her paws, a front foot dangled in the air in insecurity and unknowing, and the trespasser lost her courage and slowly turned to go home.