[M]Finding a late dinner, or not.
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Even though Kit wouldn't have been able to carry Fleta forever, the feel of a female in his arms was becoming a familiar sensation, one that he didn't really mind. Especially after hearing Fleta say that meeting again would be nice, in her amusing shy manner. Almost as soon as Kit started to become accustomed however, he felt Fleta's tail start to wag, and her sudden excitement at what he presumed was a landmark that she recognized. A little closer, and he could smell the border, something he knew better then to cross, even if he was tempted to do so in order to keep traveling with Fleta a little longer.

"Well, I guess were here already..." Kit commented, a little bit of disappointment showing in how short their trip had been. With extra care, Kit kneeled to lay his temporary companion onto the ground, and reluctantly pulled his arms away, but not before sending his muzzle to playfully lick at the side of Fleta's face. "Be careful with your leg Fleta, and we should try to run into each other again sometime. Maybe it will be nicer then you think." Kit commented, before standing to watch what he assumed would be Fleta's limping away from him. If she didn't suddenly decide to stay with him longer, Kit planned to head back the direction he had come, and explore the nearby woods a little more.
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Gently she was lowered to the ground, taking a moment to adjust to where she was. Brightly she looked up at him, grinning. Thank you. It would have been a pain to have to walk all the way back to the pack on her own. Getting a ride had been nice. She pushed back into him briefly, feeling his tongue along her muzzle before they separated. She nodded her head, not planning on seeing him again. It was a one time chance that they ran into each other in the first place, after all. What were the odds of running into him again?


Limping over the border Terra didn't look back even once, eager for the familiar house she was staying in with all the other wolves, happy to be back where she didn't have to worry about someone taking advantage of the injured coyote. Tail bright in the air she worked her way over as fast as she could. It was too bad the turkey was gone. At least she'd gotten something out of her trip. Even if it was something she'd never talk about.


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