Vesper is involved in different thread here, so I'd like it if she only received minor injuries: small lacerations, bruises, et cetera. Autohitting minor things like bites is fine, so long as she isn't forcibly grabbed or knocked down. She's got to be able to slip away during this.
Word Count → 300+
Blood thundered in the coywolf’s veins, her heart twitching a rapid tempo as nerves took hold of her lithe, mud-coated body. This might have been fatal to any other wolf, any green whelp rushing into this fight with inflated ideals and no experience, but she controlled that hammer in her ribcage, shielded her mind from that fire surging through her veins.
Keeping her composure while flitting over the border into the Thistle Kingdom was harder than she thought; every instinct screamed at her to retreat from this land that was not hers. Her blue eyes remained locked on the ghost as they crossed, however, and from there slid from Tayui to small Zana. The fact that another one of her comrades—and one that she respected—was here as well calmed her a bit. She was not alone in this plight of justice and disobedience.
Vesper heard the instructions, but in the back of her mind, she knew that she would more than likely be doing this thing on her own. The trust that she had placed in Noir as a leader had withered, and while it would be hypocritical to dislike the woman, she knew that the only canine here she could trust was herself. She paused, turning her head and sniffing herself critically, hoping strongly that the reek of the various substances she’d rolled in would cover the smell of smoke and coyote that was so crucial to her clan’s scent.
Ears swiveled, eyes darted, and paws treaded just lightly on the ground. Deep breathing soothed her nerves and brought in the rich odors of the territory. Once they were in, once she had a chance, the hybrid would slip away and see what she could do on her own. She’d never worked well with others; this was the only way. She glanced at the dusty-colored woman and the pygmy and the rest in their group, hoping they would be able to hold strong while she worked her own goals.
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