OOC: weee!! first post with this charrie X3. She is in her Optime form.
As the jackal female moved downhill, she could swear that the air was getting colder. This was colder than she thought. Her hands surrounded her slender figure, trying to keep herself warm. She was closely followed by a deer, who didn't seem to mind the chilling breeze. His steps were decided, but his head moved in all directions, sniffing the air. The strange pair had arrived the day before, and they were trying to find a good place were to spend some days. Quetzal was told that the place was full of wolves, coyotes and dogs. But so far she hadn't seen any, and she was clearly disappointed.
"That old dog said that the place was inhabited...maybe he meant 'inhabited' by trees and air". The female stomped her feet against the ground, frustrated. Though, she moved further, a small part of her mind telling her to be patient. But that was something that she lacked. Patience. Suddenly Moro, the deer, straightened his head and glanced forward. Quetzal didn't see the sudden change on her companion until he broke into a gallop. She spinned on her ankles and followed him boldly, not knowing what had gotten into him. The scene looked natural, but in a normal situation, it would be the deer who followed the jackal, trying to stop her from doing something temmerary.
The deer stopped when he reached the base of the mountain in which they were standing. Quetzal managed to grab Moro by placing her arms around his neck, and tried to calm him down with reassuring words. "Shhh, take it easy boy. There is nothing wrong here. Calm down...". But what the female ignored was that there had been an actual reason for the deer's race. They were not alone.
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