Word Count → 531 :: Herpaderp. 
Hope this isn't a fail. Selena is in Optime form, and the time is set around early night when the sun has just set.
The moon had only just climbed into the sky, perhaps it was not too late to appear at the borders. Selena hoped this was so; she did not fancy sleeping in the wilderness in unfamiliar territory. She had been doing such for half a month, and at first it was like an adventure, leaving the safety of the family house and the town like a fledgling bird. After that hype faded, it soon became tedious, and wished for nothing more but a place for her head to rest, like on a pillow than the uncomfortable bag she carried in tow. The Black did not know if this clan had any human comfort like that, but whatever they had probably was far better than her belongings, and the rumors she heard implied that they weren’t feral and most likely had beds that she was accustomed to.
Of course, the white she did not expect to just waltz into their lands after meeting one of their members, no; as she approached the skull-lined borders, she thought of what services she could provide for residence in the clan. Loyalty was upmost, but it was probably expected for all of their coyotes, so she pondered her skills that could maybe be useful. Her healing knowledge could prove to be helping, or maybe navigating was something they had yet to learn and that Selena can give. For a second, she thought of her fighting skills that her family fawned over so much, but as soon as it graced her mind, she frowned; the Black hadn’t thought of her natural ability at battle, and absence her rather aggressive relatives giving attention to it that let her almost forget about it was bliss. Now that it festered in her mind, she just let it resign there; if it was a loyal solider Inferni wanted, or just a peaceful gardener, all they need was to request. If she wanted a place among them, she had to offer what they wanted.
The coywolf stopped approaching the territory when she could firmly detect its line, and it was easy to identify; the paint-splashed skulls were a real help. Selena did not feel squeamish or disgusted as she peered into their black, eyeless pits, just more or less mildly interested. Her family had a fetish for hoarding their members’ skulls once they were dead, and she too was carrying one in her bag, one of her distant ancestors, but only for sentimental reasons. With every detail she was finding Inferni similar to the Blacks, and found comfort that she knew what she was doing and who she was probably going to meet, and that type of control made the woman content and happy. While she waited for one of the Infernians to come across her─ she would not allow herself to be as bold as to call them to her with a howl─ she started to smooth the clothing she was adorned with: a traveling outfit of a black, polo shirt along with simple hiker-like shorts. After she made sure she looked at least presentable, she stared out into the claimed lands, mindlessly rubbing on of her pendants that wrapped around her neck.
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Selena Black