[P] Imagine there's no heaven
p. Skeleton
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Sara was nervous to say the least. Already so many of their group had died; wolves she had known since childhood were gone. It was like a part of her soul had been taken with them.

And to make it worse, she had not had the chance to take revenge. That Inferni leader had been right in her grasps, and before she had been able to strike the final blow, the coyote had slipped from her fingers like the worm she was. That, is what Sara would never be able to forgive herself for.

Since losing their captive, Sara had become recluse, staying out near her medical tent, away from the main Boreas camp, instead of returning for food and company. She was sure the maintenance of the main camp was now in disarray, but she could not bring herself to return, not with her mind where it currently was.

So, she kept herself busy; cleaning up after her bloody excursion into coyote flesh, and covering up any scent that may still linger from it. About her small tent were freshly cut pine boughs, and her fire had been restocked with fragrant wood; it smelled like nothing much than a loners small campsite.

She was hungry, however, and had wandered some distance away to forage. Nothing much to find in this Godforsaken winter; some berries, and occasionally, a mouse caught in a trap. It was enough to satiate her; she did not need much.

The Styg woman was currently untangling a rabbit from a trap she had set; a right feast for dinner that night. She did not think to keep too aware of her surroundings; surely anyone approaching would be one of her own kin; it seemed like the place she had set her tent was far off the beaten path.


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Sorry for the wait!
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Sliver had realized that he would have better luck tracking down a Boreas wolf and actually engaging with them if he found them one-on-one. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before. Obviously trying to have a nice chit chat with someone while they were attacking you wouldn't work. So he'd had to re-think his strategy after some of the wolves had pestered Izual by Inferni's borders. Thus, he had decided to leave Inferni and try to follow the path that the wolf had taken that day when it had attacked the clan. He found himself winding through dense forests and scrubby bush: altogether unfamiliar places. Though, if he was being honest with himself, all of this land was unfamiliar. He just wished Reseda or Kestrel were here to see it; they would have enjoyed the adventure.

He was being very careful today, waiting quietly as he tested the air for scents before proceeding, so he thought it was only fair that he might find a Boreas wolf with the scent of a rabbit -- blood -- layered over top. Unfortunately, after two hours of ranging, he still hadn't found a single canine let along a wolf from the offending group. He turned to head back to Inferni and began re-tracing his route through the land. He decided to pause for a moment to find a stream for a drink, but it was then that he noticed a new scent: a Boreas scent. Excited, Sliver followed it until he came across a wolf in her optime form working a rabbit out of a snare.

"Hello there, miss," he said, and then paused. "Oh, I don't want to steal your dinner away from you, if that's what you're worried about. Just passing through. You haven't spotted a stream anywhere near here, have you?" he asked, nodding his head to their surroundings. He was getting a bit parched.
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To say Sara nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the unfamiliar voice behind her was an understatement; she dropped the hare which whipped back slightly as it was still attached to the trap; and her fur stood on edge nearly akin to a cats.

She went to grab the dagger she usually kept with her now, only to find it gone; she had left it at camp thinking it unnecessary to bring with her; what a fool she was. The Styg woman turned to see her enemy, pupils became pinpricks out of fright; it was a male coyote, naked and large and wild looking; she was going to die.

She would put up a fight though, she had to, or she could run; she was considering her options when what he had said initially finally registered in her mind; he had greeted her, said he would not steal her meal, and then asked where a stream was nearby. Sara was flabbergasted, but made sure to keep her guard up; he was most likely trying to trick her; coyotes were liars and thieves and low lives; she could not trust them even with the simplest of questions.

She stayed crouched; her dark dress pooling around her form, as if she was coming up out of a deep hole in the snow,A stream… She said quietly, Yes…a stream, that way. She pointed in a direction that would take him in the opposite direction of the Boreas camp; she did not know if there truly was a stream that way and frankly could care less if it meant that this coyote would leave her. She would then have to make a false trail, just in case he tracked her; she was already beginning to get a head ache from the stress of it all.


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It seemed as though Sliver had really startled the poor girl and for that, he felt a moment of remorse. Her shoulders remained tense when she fumbled for something, but failed to find it, before she looked up at him. Her eyes held fear and Sliver flinched out of pity. He hadn’t done anything to her — nor would he — so why was she so afraid? Had someone hurt her already? The thought did not sit well with him and he wound up frowning consequently.

The girl remained huddled, pulled in to herself, using her clothing to shield her from Sliver. She responded, slowly at first, and then confirmed that there was a stream nearby after all. What luck! He hadn’t passed by that way yet, so it meant that he wouldn’t have to double back.

”Thanks, Miss,” Sliver replied, and then paused. ”Say, are you alright?” He wrinkled his nose, trying to test her scent. It reminded him of the Boreas wolves, but she wasn’t trying to attack him, so surely, she wasn’t one of them, was she?

”Say, those Boreas wolves haven’t been giving you any trouble, have they? They’ve only been harassing us coyotes as of late, but I suppose such awful fellows might trouble a girl on her own out here,” he mused.


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