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Lol I fail. 
Sorry. <3
The shores reaching from Salsola's territory was yet unexplored to the sable hybrid. Their claim was terribly small, though Eris did not mind this -- there was plenty of prey within it, and there was enough neutral territory between the Salsola claim and their closest neighbors to provide ample territory in which to hunt. It had not taken the coal hybrid long to learn the layout of her new home. It was not altogether unfamiliar to Eris, who had explored this way once or twice while living in Inferni. She had little reason to remain within the coyote clan, and so she had spent quite a bit of time away from it. Most of the time, when she had deigned to leave her room in the D'neville, she had left Inferni entirely, preferring the company of outsiders to the potential of running into someone she knew.
Now, it was much the same, and the hybrid woman instead stuck close by her own pack's territory, a thin driftwood branch found on the journey clutched in her hand. It was gnarled and twisted at one end to a thick, club-like point and nearly straight as an arrow near toward the bottom. She had discovered it some distance behind her, and found it pleasing to the eye. There was a strange compulsion within her to bring it, then, and so she had, finding it easier to give into these temptations than disobey her own whim. Why deny herself, after all? Who did she have to answer to, aside from Sirius? Larkspur wasn't her mate.
These thoughts drifted as she traveled further away from Salsola, and though she did continue churning the issues in her mind, she was also taking in her surroundings, paying sharp attention to the surrounding territory of her pack. It was important to know these lands as well as her own claim. There before her, several feet away, was something strange, however -- she squinted her gaze, halting her advance for a moment. It appeared to be a bundle of fur, far too large to be a child. Hesitating, the woman peered around a moment, as if to ascertain they were alone, and strode up to the man, making a face of displeasure as she extended the narrow end of the stick toward the other canine, wondering if he was alive.
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