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Morning was giving way to the warmth of the afternoon and Lucia had found herself with little to do. When she had slipped away from her quaint cabin in the early morning hours before, she had done so with the intent to hunt, or at least try. And try she had, though in the end all her efforts seemed rather fruitless. For the petite woman, a hunt on her own consisted of trying to outrun smaller prey; going after anything too large would require combined efforts with other Valley members. When the one lively hare she managed to search out had bolted quickly to it's tiny den, she turned with a huff and padded back to her home, fed up with the chase for the time being.
After that the Marino girl chose to return to her two-legged form, donning the light purple dress she had scavenged from the city some time ago. As she sat upon her creaky old bed and fingered the airy fabric of her dress, she recalled the last journey to the city she had made. The memories stirred up some desire within her to return to the old concrete jungle, and with the feeling of purposelessness settling upon her shoulders, she made the decision to entertain herself out on the city streets today.
As she was nearing the pack borders, thoughts lost in the prospect of the adventure and amusement she would find, she was nearly startled by a short and wavering little howl that pierced the air. Lucia stopped abruptly, ears twitching ever so slightly as she tried to pinpoint the origin of the call. It seemed that it came from across the borders, and since the Marino was heading that way anyway, she figured she could investigate. She pushed forward once more, jade gaze searching the horizon for whoever had called. It didn't take her long to discover a stranger seated near the borders, evidently looking around for someone who had heard their call. Lucia came to a halt few feet away, gem-like eyes studying the stranger for a brief moment, taking in her posture and the markings that adorned her fur. The sandy-furred girl's head titled slightly to the side, one eyebrow raising in a curious, if a little disdainful, manner. "Who are you?" she questioned.
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