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Date: 4 JanuaryTime: Afternoon Words: 326 |
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The Dampwoods |
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Myrika is by Bobbi!
The russet-hued woman had ventured out of Inferni, and for once, she was not on horseback. Instead, Myrika roamed in her four-legged form. It was not so rare an occurrence, but the redhead did seem to prefer her Optime form most of the time. She had fulfilled her border patrol duty earlier in the day, and now she had ranged south into the Wastes, into the burned part of the territory. Myrika had not been present in Inferni for the time this land had been set to flame, but she heard plenty of it. Kaena had several mouthfuls to say about that, and she suspected the scarred woman wasn't the only one.
Unfortunately, Inferni was filled with newer canines. Few had been in the clan's ranks longer than Myrika. She had joined long before Vesper, Helotes, Zana, Ithiel and his brother and their woman, and most others ranked lower in the clan. There were a few who had been her longer than she had, and the rusty-hued woman was glad for that. How else was she to learn their history? It would have disturbed her to find a clan consisting wholly of new blood, after all. Such organizations were rarely cohesive in the long run, anyway.
Today, Myrika did not need to think much about the coyote clan behind her. She'd passed out of their borders and now meandered amongst the ruined wreckages of what might have been cabins, once long ago. The rust-hued woman gave these no more than a sideways glance, instead heading deeper into the Dampwoods. Her light Lupus footfalls served her well; although Myrika was a large coyote, she moved with the stealth and grace of any normal-sized Canis latrans. The woods were cold today, and the sky overcast. If possible, the Dampwoods smelled even wetter than usual. She enjoyed these woods for their very damp scent, and thought they'd been aptly named.
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