Sage had caught the unknown scent on the wind only minutes ago, and she was hot on the trail. Slender legs wrapped around her steed as he carried her in the stranger's direction, ears and eyes alert. She was wary lately. The Gypsy Vanner's strides took her fast across the countryside, and it wasn't long before she noticed the awkwardly thin, pale figure. Clearly no pure coyote. Worried, she slowed to watch him for a moment, but his actions seemed less threatening than curious, so she moved forward.
"Hello, sir," she called out into the oncoming breeze, cupping a hand over her mouth. She urged Lennon forward and the horse complied. He moved carefully around the stranger, but she reached out a hand to pat him comfortingly. "You've found Inferni; can I help you?" His body was odd; too thin for a wolf, but too tall for a coyote. He was a hybrid, she knew, and the Optio wondered what business he had here, seeming as uncomfortable as he did.
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