Without the addition of the heavy kaftan she was so familiar with, movement was easy. Her steps were softer, her strides longer. Everything went more smoothly than it had under the fabric. Still, she was anxious -- this was land that belonged to others, others who were unfamiliar to her and that she feared instinctively. Perhaps she'd return home no worse for wear, but she was sure that she would suffer something in the long haul. But that was future, and this was now and she needed to focus on helping the golden leader who scaled the fence easily, turning to wait for her.
If her knew Aquila expected the frail jackal hybrid to need assistance, he was sadly mistaken, as she scaled over the wooden fence with ease gained only by her smaller, agile body. Expectantly, she stared at him, green eyes fixing on the scars about his eye rather than on the golden gaze itself as she waited for him to explain what it was they were taking away from this unfamiliar place.
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