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Denver had become elusive again. Maybe it was because Magnolia started bringing Kimbra on her scouting missions. With the weather so frigid, the Confidant had taken to staying in her warm bed most of the day and not scouting the borders every morning. She had tried to teach Kimbra to go scout it out, but since she knew virtually no low-speak it was unsuccessful. Anyway, when Magnolia DID go check the borders, it was rather impulsive and whenever Kimbra was home, which wasn’t often. Waiting for the Kite to come home from a morning hunt was easier than walking to Denver’s residence, even though it was so close. On this day, however, Maggie’s mind didn’t trail to Denver and instead she made her way over to the borders alone. Kimbra would hopefully stay perched at her residence until she returned.
Magnolia made her way to the heart of Salsola, passing through Borgata Tecocotl as quickly as possible. This was the dreariest part of her trek; the sand and sparse trees depressed the youth. Maggie’s mind perked up suddenly, intrigued by a sound that barely reached her large, doggish ears. Was that Foxglove, or was she hallucinating again? Without hesitation, she howled back, long and melodious to her sister as she set off at a run eastward to the borders.
The trip was over soon enough and Magnolia only stopped to catch her breath once. She was in prime condition and she had healed from the raid; her body was perfectly lithe, beautiful, and conditioned perfectly for long-distance running. Though her apparent beauty was something the woman thought about less frequently than before. Her ego had been struck down a few notches in this place, and her confidence in herself hadn’t completely returned yet. However, the Vendetta, when she saw the sad state her sister was in (again), some of that age old self-assurance came back in her confident pose and footing as she made her way over to her blonde sister. Maggie just stared at her sister from across the river, eyes betraying no emotion. So, you’re back, she shouted across the river, muscled arms folding across her chest.