The hybrid girl was taking a small break from her traveling. She had not left Ichika behind completely yet, still uncertain about leaving it in her past. It seemed that all that she did was run from things any more. She had run from Pandemic when he had revealed some of her true past to her, and now she was running from Ichika because of the crime she had committed. Wretch just didn't think that she could face Saul again now, after everything that she had done. She didn't deserve to live in a pack...she deserved to stay out in the city and starve. She was lucky that Tawny was traveling with her, as the other female was a much better hunter...but whenever she went her separate way from the brown girl she took a hit, food-wise.
Her stomach gurgled as she sat still on the front step of a broken-down apartment building, staring out into the streets. She was taking a short break from her treasure-hunting; Wretch had visited the city in the past and had managed to find some pretty useful things, and she was hoping to repeat that process now. She'd already found a few bracelets and a necklace that she thought Magnolia might like, should she see the Salsolan again. Wretch wore a few pieces of jewelry herself in her off-time, whenever she wasn't training. They really weren't practical for a warrior to have, as others could easily take advantage and yank on them in a fight. Wretch by no means went out looking for such a fight, but she'd been attacked twice in the past. She usually spent much of her time preparing for the next time that it would happen.
She stood up on two feet when she spotted nearby movement, her eyes catching the tail of a rat as it disappeared around an overturned garbage can. She was so hungry...Wretch went after the little beast quickly, standing up and running out into the street, her eyes fixed on the prize before her. It squeaked at the sight of the coyote-hybrid that pursued it, beady eyes blinking quickly at her a few times before it dug its way into a pile of long-decomposed trash. She growled, pounding on the can with a clenched fist.
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