Lol, weird post. WC: 502
Sage didn't know why she was here again. Her sisters had been convinced that the place was damned, cursed, that they shouldn't come back. If Razekiel had been here, he had left long ago. Still, she wandered it; the girl had nothing much else to do today, and it did have a nice view, after all. Her heart was not set on finding her father today, though, but only exploring. The air was warming, and there was no snow left here, at the bottom of the mountain; the ground was soft, though, and Lennon's feet created small trenches as he walked.
It was easier, traveling on horseback, and now that their borders had expanded, she would certainly need to make at least a mental map the the territory. Though, Inferni's borders didn't matter to the wandering girl as much as others did. Still, she would find them. No matter that she was outside of those new borders, now. She'd passed Ezekiel's marker not long ago, but still drudged up the base of the mountain, almost unthinking as Lennon took her across the land. As she was often found, a joint rested between her lips, from which she took infrequent puffs, as she remembered it was there.
Was it just the high, or did she smell blood? Snapped to attention, Sage's yellow eyes searched the landscape. She saw nothing immediately, but continued on. As they moved, though, another, albeit light scent hit her nose, and instantly her muscled tensed, aware and unsure whether to continue. Anathema, she thought. Sage knew that they weren't an entirely bad group; she's met Demi, after all, and she was nice enough, to certainly strange. Theodore had intimidated her, but he hadn't attacked, and so maybe she would be safe.
As she followed the scent, it grew stronger, accompanied by the sound and scent of moving water. She hadn't explored this area before, and so a river was a new landmark; Sage wondered vaguely if it ran down into their new territory. Slowly, she came upon it, constantly, warily turning her head this way and that to be sure she wasn't being tricked. The river was wide and rather slow, and she directed Lennon parallel to it, traveling north. The scent of blood was stronger than the pack's scent, and Sage wasn't sure whether to be thankful or frightened. Why was an Anatheman out this far, anyways? Brows furrowed, she pushed past a bend in the river, several small clumps of bushes and trees giving way to reveal a man there, ahead, kneeling beside the water, cleaning something. There, she stopped to watch him, to see what he was doing. It seemed like it was a harmless act; was he cleaning a pelt? She was vaguely interested now; she didn't know many that skinned their prey before eating it.
"Hello, there!" she called out softly, still wary, taking only a few steps closer to the similarly-colored man. He looked familiar, almost; he looked like a coyote, a bit.
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