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Hullo! :3 Also, my spell-checker is stupid; "seldomly" is an English word, right? >>
For once, the chief was on horseback. At some point during the last moon, he had decided that he would much rather complete his routinely patrols with the company of Belle, his preferred mare from the stables. He had never claimed her as his own, because he used a horse too rarely, but if she was available, she would always be the first choice whenever he did need the help of one. He was used to doing his rounds on foot, and it had bored him in the end. But now, up atop the majestic animal, Dawali could enjoy company, of sorts, even if it was silent company. And her scent and the sound of her hooves soothed him, so he was in a good mood. He could have enjoyed Gvihita's company as well, when he had done these rounds before, had it not been for her sour moods and general lack of being near him at all. She only appeared when she wanted to, and so seldomly that she surprised him when she did. Today she sat calmly on his shoulder, as if a pet creature, as they rode along the paths more suitable for hooves. There were other paths that were closer to the border, but being high up, the Chief gained a fair bit of sight range, and so it didn't really matter in the end.
His quiet hum was interrupted as he stopped to sniff the air, noticing a change in the usual pattern of scents. Yep, here was someone he did not know, but the smell of her puzzled him. It reminded him somehow of how Asha and Nayati and Aiyanna had smelled when they came here from the Great Tribe. Belle reacted immediately to his sound signals and turned to walk another path that would take them to the very edge of the border, and the fields it surrounded. He had heard no howl, but not all visitors made their presence known. As Belle was young and strong, and they moved at a healthy trot as soon as the paths would allow it, Dawali soon found himself under a more open sky over the fields at the edge of their territory. And sure enough; there was a stranger with a horse — and a fox? As he neared, he could see that her style of ornaments and satchels and all other items were familiar to him, and automatically he put on quite a puzzled face, which lingered well until after he had stopped Belle at a comfortable distance from the stranger. So puzzled, was he, that he forgot to step down from his horse like he usually would, out of fear of being impolite. "Greetings!" he said, still studying her and her items, and the fox that moved on the ground at her feet. It was no ordinary fox, and Gvihita followed it confidently with one staring eagle eye, emotionless. "I'm Dawali Amara, Chief of the AniWayans, who claim the lands behind me. Can I help you?" He was fairly confident he knew where she was from, now, but he could make no guesses as to who she was. She must have been born just around the time he had come to this place, and he had not set foot in the Great Tribe since.