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Vesper · 12-15-2011, 10:29 AM

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I told myself no more Ves threads...
but I wanted to roleplay with you and Myrika. xD

It was with some embarrassment that the Vigiles admitted to herself that she hadn’t explored much of the territory thoroughly. She had risen, stretching and yawning, in her cavern then crept out into the cold morning air—only to go on a normal patrol like every other dawn. She marked the borders the best she could, pausing frequently with large ears turned toward the outside world. But the patrol had been uneventful, and she circled all the way to the northern part of the territory when, by chance, she looked inward instead of outward.

The Waste was an expansive place full of fields—some beautiful and some worthy of the name. She was still relatively new to the clan, having been brought in during late October, and despite her promotion, she wasn’t as familiar with the lands within as she should have been. She knew several hunting grounds in the Dampwoods and countless trails through the Halcyon mountain range, but when it came down to the secrets of her own territory, Vesper was sadly ignorant.

She snorted and tilted her head back; the sun shone directly overhead, chasing away the frigidity of the morning. It would be as good a time now as ever to go exploring a bit.

The lupus-formed hybrid loped south through the fields and hills until she found a road—one she hadn’t encountered before. Always hungering to know things she did not, she immediately followed the pavement, pads beating rhythmically on the frost-dusted asphalt until the first houses came into sight.

As always, human ruins made her slightly uncomfortable—but curious, too, and these warped buildings were somehow less disconcerting than the skyscrapers and cars in Halifax. Here, time and nature had defeated many of the human creations. Ears tilted forward, she sniffed busily at the base of one of the homes, managing to find a break in the wood that was large enough for the small coywolf to squeeze through. Twisting flexibly, she popped her head inside only to startle some mice—mice she quickly pounced on and wolfed down. It seemed that the rodents had sought refuge in the sheltered buildings; there was a whole nest here, and she managed to pick up two extra dead ones in her jaws for the journey back outside.

Vesper had padded a distance from the building, tail swaying behind her and demeanor oddly good-natured for once, when the thundering of hooves caused her to jump with fright. She leaped backwards when the horse galloped past her, dropping the mice and bristling in shock, an indignant yap escaping her mouth.

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