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For Liliana~ wc:386
Dusk threatened to spill orange light over the horizon, the colors subdued by the swath of grey clouds that still covered most of the sky. The air was cool and humid, carrying with it the scent of rain that the lands had been experiencing the past few days. The clouds were finally beginning to dissipate, though, and while the lands were still damp with the gifts from the heavens, the air was clear and perfect for travel. And travel Ehno did. It wasn’t an intentional journey, but as he was wrapping up a quick patrol of Crimson Dreams' borders, he felt the need to continue forward. Reluctant to return right home right away, he let his legs continue at their casual pace and set forth into an impromptu journey.
He found himself drifting west of his pack lands, a direction seldom ventured by the Marino. The eastern lands of Nova Scotia usually had his attention when he wasn’t home in Crimson Dreams. The large city of Halifax and his children’s home in Phoenix Valley called to him often, and he had travelled between there and the land of Dreamers so frequently within recent months that he knew the path he took almost like the back of his hand. So the rolling plains to the west, with their spotted regions of forest here and there, were a fresh and welcome sight to him.
The Dreamer found himself within one of the lightly forested areas, his leisurely pace allowing him to drift quietly along. As the trees began to thin out more and more around him, and he neared another area of grassy plains, he spotted a peculiar sight stretching along the horizon. He quickened his pace just a tad, curiosity moving him forward now. When he finally reached it, he discovered it to be a fence of sorts, though one vastly different than the quaint white picket fence that surrounded Haven Manor back home. This fence was constructed of wooden poles placed in the ground every couple of yards with a few rows of gleaming metal wire binding them together. Ehno peered closely at one of the wires, noting the vicious look it had with various bits of sharp wire protruding along its length. Barbed wire, meant to keep some things in, and some things out. Interesting.