Private for: Augustus, by the borders! lupus form. Late morning of the 12th
The girl had snuck easily out of the lands of Inferni that morning, word of another pack founded not too long ago had reached the tall ears of the coywolf, curiosity had easily taken over and the young female had to just go see. Most in Inferni weren't too happy about the ways of wolves, thinking them dangerous and horrible. She herself had a bit of wariness, judging by their size and her vulnerability. Omni had never openly hated someone for their heritage. No one in Nova Scotia had been vile to her, and she had met many wolves. Her bitch of a mother had been wolf, and her blood had carried the taint of that heritage.
The russet girl had decided to take the trek on four paws, her Optime form wouldn't be as nice traveling west around the northern packs. Omni had told Jacinto to stay home, and he had accepted. Telling her something about making more music that she wasn't allowed to hear until completed.
The musty scent of other canines lingered strongly in the morning air, someone had recently been out to mark the borders, which she was careful not to pass. It seemed new, so recent that Omni didn't know what else to think about. What kind of place was this? Would she be able to know and discover a little more about the culture? The lithe Scorpio had become so used to Optime that Lupus felt pretty great. Her paws easily took in the cold moist soil, claws embracing the ground as she trotted from place to place. Her coyote heritage was very definite along her small frame and reddish coloring, she could never be mistaken for a wolf. Never. She feared being pushed away, told to leave the outside boundaries of these lands. Large ears pressed themselves in fear to her skull. Driven out by a larger race. That would be terrifying. But of course, she'd never know more unless she tried. A long coyote muzzle was turned to the sky, keening out a long skipping and yipping cry that anyone would know of what she was.
Waiting, Omni sat her lean hindquarters down. A tongue lashing out to grace the side of her muzzle. This very much felt rebellious, an act that was wrong. But wrong done was there in trying to educate yourself about your neighboring packs?
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