OOC:Thanks for starting
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He'd been out this afternoon, riding around and looking for his rodent traps that were strategically placed in the Forest of Nod. They had been placed on the smaller animal routes since that's what he was going to trapping. Anything bigger than a raccoon and Cotl might accidentally get himself a clan-mate. That wouldn't go over. He could imagine the conversation. He could imagine Gabe and his unibrow being all "why did you make a trap that big and not tell anyone?" and then he would have to be all like "maybe people should look at where they are walking" and then Gabe would probably sit on Cotl until Cotl just stopped breathing or something like that. Maybe Gabe would tear out his throat instead. Cotl didn't really know how Gabe's preferred method of killing was. He was just going with whatever came to his mind first. Cotl frowned as he had dismounted his horse for the second time, looking down at another completely destroyed trap. Cotl's ears flattened against his skull and he sniffed the scents that had been all over it. Another horse. Another canid smell he didn't know. He wished that they would look where they were galloping. The cranky orange imp of a canine tapped the hilt of his kantana and he frowned. The man twitched and his throat cleared before he would look to Maschine and shake his head. "fick" the man cursed before he had gotten back up on his steed and he rode on.
He followed the scent that had lead through the clan lands. It was interesting enough because it was a new scent completely. New horse, new person. He could only wonder what crazy was brought in this week. His bi-colored eyes looked around as Maschine carefully navigated through the Forest of Nod. He kept the pace at a brisk trot, having Cotl bouncing up and down on the steed's back as he rode along the forest, making sure to stay on a trail that had been made by himself and Maschine the year that they had been here in Inferni together. Cotl pushed his black hair over his eyes as he rode, still sniffing around and trying to find this woman and her stallion, he identified as he started to get closer and closer. Maschine's pace had slowed to a walk, almost eerily slow. The black mass of a equine carried its metal-head of a master on his back. Soon he would find himself in front of a woman and her horse sitting under a tree. "Du shoulds rides more carefuls. Dere's rabbit traps du -NYEH-trampled." the man spoke to her, frown on his black painted muzzle.
"speech"