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Alma had her quiver strapped to her back and carried her bow in hand. Since the attack on Inferni's puppies, she had always considered the idea of bringing a weapon with her as she walked around, but she simply found it inconvenient until Ezekiel had finished making the quiver. Having her bow and her arrows within arms' reach made her feel confident, like she could deal with anything that came her way.
The coywolf had an urge to wander about. She wasn't sure what she was doing or where she wanted to go; perhaps she'd just patrol the borders. In her head, she played out a fantasy that someone had trespassed and she had to deal with them. To her surprise - since she'd never killed or attacked another canine - she found herself wishing that would happen.
A large flying bird distracted her. It was not small enough to be a songbird, and not the right shape to be a goose or duck... An eagle! Perhaps it has eggs! Alma's large orange ears perked up. She had certainty seen vultures before, but her delusion did not allow her to recognize this bird as such. It had to be an eagle, she thought. Maybe she could follow it home and take the eggs from its nest. Alma walked in the direction the bird had flown, not realizing that they usually had their eggs during the spring - someone might have told her that once, but she hadn't remembered it. Not that it would have mattered; she would try to steal the bird itself if she could.
She walked slowly and did not change her stance to a crouching one, trying to act casual in case it was clever enough to realize it was being stalked. However, it was soon out of her line of sight, and she worried that she had lost the eagle. The coywolf sprinted off after the bird.
Her disappointment was obvious when she reached the grove with the twisted trees. It was a vulture, she could see that now. It was sitting on the back of a horse, while an ashen coyote tied something to the horse's legs. The man himself, she'd not seen before, and though his colors were darker than was normal for a coyote, she knew enough to recognize that he was another coyote-wolf hybrid. Another new member? Where do all these people come from?
"Hello," she said, stepping forward. "Is that your bird?" There was some hope in her voice. Even if she didn't want this bird or its eggs, its owner might know enough about birds to give her the information she needed to raise and train her attack-eagles.
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