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There was something that did not belong. A scent that lingered over her nose, mocking her and teasing her instincts. Mati knelt, bending to look at the ground. An impression in the leaves, it could have easily gone hidden among the many fallen red and brown hues. She put her fingers into it; it felt cold. The trail was stale, but she still followed it. Mati should have been satisfied, for it did not smell of AniWaya. But the Praefectus was fueled by a new need to protect.
The border's need paroling anyways, whether she was following an old track or not and so time was well spent. The tall woman had found the staff that had been her weapon during the war, a shepherds stick. Instead of herding livestock Mati thought of it like a bo, the straight piece of wood lacking the normal curve of a sheep tending stick. The woman little training with the staff, but it now gave her a sense of security. And her thick arms wielded a powerful bought of pain if her target wasn't nimble enough to dodge out of the way. But till she could learn to fight, the woman kept her pup-sitter co-rank and held the staff as a walking stick.
Moving on she lost the sent, the trail breaking, and searched for the next that would speak of a stranger.
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