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The petite doe roamed quietly along on her nomadic path, having gotten lost along the way to her destination further southward. Her left hand was firmly grasped on a cane which scanned it's way over the ground, warning her of upcoming protrusions of the ground, when it hit something rather soft, that made a soft clinking sound. Her brow furrowed, mint sights curious, as she crouched down a little, the hooded pitohui resting in her right hand fluttering his way to some tree branches as Wander focused on this strange object.
The babbling sounds of the river and lack of proper eyesight failed to warn her of the owner of the bag, leading her to believe that no one else was around. And when no one else was around, what was the harm?
Quietly, Wander set her cane aside to reach her nimble fingers into the bag, inspecting its contents. Typically, trifling through another being's objects would completely deter her, since it was considered rude, but when life depended on opportunity, that detail was overlooked. The femme failed to find anything interesting in the bag, and closed it carefully, before her hand brushed along something soft and fluffy. And dead. In her dismay, Wander let out a trembling yelp, stumbling backwards a little, and she abruptly wiped her hand off on her cloak, startled.
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