The female had also been patrolling the lands and the surrounding boundaries of her homeland, Cercatori. She felt that it had been a great achievement that it had turned one year old - through the pain and the sorrows and the sufferings that they'd gone through with their time together, they had never given up, they had always stuck together. They had stuck together and now that the harsh times had passed, so had one year, and they'd seen truly how long they had been together. Skye was planning and hoping that it would last for many, many years to come.
She was in the middle of these thoughts when she happened upon a scent - a scent of another canine who wasn't part of Cercatori d'Arte. A quick sniff confirmed that the scent was that of Cour des Miracles, the pack of the kings and squires on the opposite coast of Cercatori d'Arte. Skye, who herself was in her Optime form, bare save for the belt on which her dagger rest as well as various silent bangles on her arms, walked towards the scent until she found what looked like a hybrid; her fur was gray with reddish tinges on the paws and tail tip.
Meeting the hybrid's eyes, Skye's face stayed warm - but austere as well if the canine was here to cause trouble. "Hello; you are on the borders of Cercatori d'Arte," she said. "I am Skye Collins, Capitana of these lands - what do you seek in my home?"
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