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It was rare for him to be out at night. Enkiel was not built for the Canadian winters, and so his wearing of the thick woolen poncho was needed. Ezekiel, who had found this whole thing humorous in the annoying way he did, had gone so far as to stitch the thick neck fur of a reindeer around the hood. This helped only a little, though he had taken to wearing it up at night. It was cold enough he needed it, though there was no wind. The jackal was extremely glad for this.
He carried a large collection of herbs, gained from his gathering during the day. It had been foolish for him to spend so long out in the woodland, but he had been seeking to save what he could from the frost. There was enough for him to work with, as well as two small bushes that were carried in a small and damp leather pouch. His delay was ultimately because of this; finding the Lindera was something he had not expected, and he sought to replant them quickly.
His swift return home was slowed when an all-too familiar scent crossed his path. Enkiel was used to marijuana, but the secondary scent (one of several musks and deer) caused him to grow alert. It was not too far from Inferni now, but he was still wary of strangers…especially given that Symera had begun killing them for getting too close to the borders. Who knew what sort of retaliation she might bring?
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