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WC:512(5pts)
OOC:
It was yet another day, yet another long hike through the Inferni territory for the young jackal male. It had become a never failing routine of his, something that took away from the monotony of the days spent in his lonely den. Frequent trips to find new items to add to his collection, daily hikes, jogs, and swims to keep himself in shape, exploring around the territories of Inferni to see if there was anything new hidden under rocks and inside caves. Hell before long if he kept this up, he would be able to recite every rock, tree, and patch of grass in the territories by heart, and as easily as recalling what he had for lunch 5 minutes ago.
Choosing to stay in lupus form today, as he often did, he decided to carry his pack with him, along with the basic supplies he had taught himself to bring after the incident with Talitha and the tree. In his pack, he carried the essential medical supplies he would need, along with a couple of his favorite pieces of his collection for luck. Who knows what or who he would meet out here, so he always like to be prepared for any situation, at least as much as he could. No one could ever truly be prepared for every situation.
His past several hundred hikes had been only rarely switched up with a strange occurrence, each one stranger than the last, and it was with the final one that he finally realized he needed to rethink his strategies, and that caused him to hate not being prepared. There was of course the time he had met Alyssum, though he hadn't heard from her since, and of course the first and second time he had met Talitha, both times helping her with serious injuries despite being unprepared at the time. There was also his meeting with Kesho, who had taught him many things and had been basically the equivalent of a father to him in his time of need, his mentor, his teacher, his superior. He had learned stealth, and how to fight, and many other things from the coyote. There was no doubt that he would love to learn more from Kesho, but of course that was for another day.
The scent of blood was the thing that would bring Revan out of his thoughts this time, coyote blood, mixed with a bit of dog. The scent was overpowering and he wasn't able to tell who the injured coyote's pack was, but that didn't stop him from wanting to help. He reared his head back and released his unique jackal howl, nowhere near a wolf's howl and much more unique to his own species, heading off in the direction the blood trail was heading. "Hello? Are you ok? I can help you, but I need to find out where you are." He prayed the coyote wasn't dead or unconscious in the bushes somewhere, having no idea that the injured party was in a cave not too far from his current position.