A cold had plugged her nose, making the leader unable to smell as well as she normally could. She could detect a certain something on the breeze, just the edge of a foreign scent, but could not smell it fully or completely. Naniko grumbled to herself as she walked toward the borders, picking up a leaf to wipe her nose. This cold needed to end soon; she didn't like the tiredness and exhaustion that came along with it. She could blame some of her tiredness on her pregnancy, but not all of it.
She reached the borders and glanced about, green eyes narrowed. Who was there? She felt handicapped without her nose there to help her figure out who was waiting for her at the borderline. Naniko moved slowly, looking this way and that. "Who's there?" She growled. Right now, all she wanted to do was crawl back into bed and go to sleep. Hopefully whoever it was wouldn't keep her awake for too much longer.
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