[M] - star smashed

Vesper · 10-15-2011, 05:19 PM

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Set in the Dampwoods, a little ways off from the Inferni borders. :3

Once again, the slender hybrid found herself skulking around the borders of Inferni. She was being far more subtle this night, however, her movements reminiscent of any passerby. Only the most paranoid would have the right to be suspicious—and she had no bad intentions, anyhow. Instead, her curiosity for the clan was rising as she remembered and learned more about it. She’d yet to speak with any of its members, save for that coyote girl who’d warned her against “stinkies,” so still the pictures had been painted by outsiders.

There was little Vesper could gather from this vantage point, barely in sight of the invisible division marked by the scent of several hybrids. All she knew was that she wanted to know more, at least to gauge whether or not Inferni was a dangerous clan. They had apparently caused trouble for other packs, but that could be said of any group of canines; the diversity in Nova Scotia meant that not everyone got along. The hawk-man Niro had jokingly pointed out the coyote-blood-dominant clan wouldn’t have much of a problem with her, and she carried this knowledge with confidence.

The woman yawned as she sat, tucked comfortably against the rough bark of an old tree. It was getting late, but her blue eyes could still distinguish the different outlines of the woods beyond where she was seated. A clump of toadstools was growing by her paw, and she pawed at one thoughtfully as she took in the sounds of the forest around her: hooting owls, chirping crickets, and the more subtle sounds of other nocturnal animals going about their routine.

An autumn wind cut sharply through the night air, ruffling the coywolf’s black-splashed scruff and causing her to hunch her shoulders. Teeth clenched, she scanned the area one last time. There was no point in staying so close to pack grounds this late if she wasn’t going to be learning anything. At most, she could expect meeting a patrol by day, perhaps coyotes wandering far enough off course to converse with a curious loner. Perhaps she’d find other clues about what the clan was like through eavesdropping on conversation, but that was riskier and meant getting closer to the borders than she was comfortable. To avoid trespassing, she had to know where she was at all times—

The coywolf paused from where she’d been walking from the tree, and she took a seat once she’d stepped into a clearing. She tilted her head back, her throat flashing with white as her blue eyes stared up into the star-dusted heavens. Already, her mind was working, picking out constellations, comparing the pinpricks of light she saw now to those she’d seen other nights.

She remained so still that she could have been a statue carved from stone: neck stretched up and slender body positioned neatly on the dark needle-coated forest floor.

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