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Salvia Eternity · 12-27-2011, 05:23 PM

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While she did not often hunt outside of Salsola’s territory, Salvia had been instructed in the ways of the old world. So when her prey fled, she followed. It had been a long chase, and one that she had recognized as futile when the elk had made it past the marshland. She would not follow it close to Inferni’s territory—if the two coyotes she had run off found her so far from home it would come down to her speed versus their own. Salvia was wise enough to avoid confrontation unless there was a need for it, and defending her home (and her own honor) was reason enough. Still, the elk was not a huge loss. She did not always catch things, and more often than not failed. It was the fact she succeeded more than the others that had given her the right to be called a hunter.

So she trotted back along the grassy bay, her pelt blending almost seamlessly with the now fading switchgrass. It had lightened dramatically for the winter, and she was pleased with this. During the summer she was a much darker brown, and while useful, she preferred this shade to her pelt. Perhaps it would stay—this was, after all, her first winter as an adult and who knew what could happen.

The girl was not far from home when she spotted a dark shape moving against the wind. She slowed her pace. It did not take long for the wind to turn, and with it, bring the scent of her mother…as well as a whispering echo of her cry and an equally familiar scent that made her blood boil. Salvia bristled, hair along her spine rising, and quickened her pace, though she was still several yards away and camouflaged by the tall grass.

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