Fugitive Run [j][aw]
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ooc +3 June 16.

The air was different here, more wet. The dank scent of rich soil brimming with entirely unfamiliar flora hung heavy all around her, and strange bird calls echoed in the distance of the dense, shady patch of forest. A sudden flurry of wings overhead caused the diminutive coyote to dip low into the underbrush where she froze perfectly still. Even her breath hitched to a halt. Large violet eyes rolled upward to catch a glimpse of a feathered silhouette vanishing into the canopy. Nothing but a quail. The bird could have been her supper had she lunged and snapped with predatory precision instead of laying low like some hapless creature of prey. Her stomach growled as if in chastization for her caution. The newness of the land pricked at her senses and deprived her of her otherwise formidable accuracy in reading her surroundings.

The geographic adjustments certainly played a part in her near stumble into an alien clan's territories. Giza had narrowly avoided the group to the West, evading detection when she edged by their lands by no small stroke of fortune. Had she not known how to meld into shadow, she'd have surely been discovered.

The small pads of her paws moved across the forest floor with feather weight, deftly avoiding noisy twigs and knotting roots. Her ever lowered head lifted at an encouraging sights: ominously displayed skulls and spatters of red. If she had been properly informed, her destination was most certainly near. The faintest of smiles curved at her maw for only a moment before it fell, ears flattening in apprehension. If her leads had spoken the truth about the clan's borderline regalia, then their description of Inferni's unforgiving attitude toward intruders was also likely on point. She'd like to consider herself as a visitor, but she couldn't exactly claim to have been invited. Her journey spanning continents and ocean waters had come to a sudden and total halt.

What if neither Cotl nor Marik were among them?

Giza pressed on, match stick legs moving swiftly beneath her, without giving the question another moment's thought. She'd come too far, left too much behind. There was no turning back. She tentatively moved to the marked borderline and announced her presence with a nerve addled howl. At that, she sat and waited, ears twitching and eyes darting in all directions as she attempted constant surveillance of her surroundings.


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