Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Returning to her pack Terra heard the news about Cercatori d'Arte's achievement. She'd never heard of the pack before, and didn't know what a boat was either. The chance to learn about these strange things was something she couldn't turn down, especially since the borders had been declared open. Not that it particularly mattered to the female, never quite aware when she cut through borders to make her trips shorter. She was always aware of them, but the most her stops had her do was see if anyone had been by recently. That was the only rule Terra had in her mind about borders: don't disturb the locals. When she did break that rule it meant she was pretty irritated.
Vowing to stay closer to her pack so she would be more in touch with the news after this Terra set off at a trot for the 'new' pack. If she had studied the southern lands more she would have been aware of them, but the treacherous lands of the north called to the troublemaker's soul much more than the peaceful lands surrounding her here did. Crossing the border Terra walked up, touching a tree softly. Beautiful symbols carved across it, though they weren't ones Terra knew. Some words were written, and Terra carefully traced her hands over it, stringing her simple education together to try and understand what it said. The words were too large for the canine who just read words with two syllables at most, leaving Terra to give up.
Everything in this land seemed to have a beauty to it. All kinds of carvings and art filled it. Lovingly Terra ran her hands across each one she found. It was amazing, that while the rest of the land remained in winter's grasp this one seemed to have escaped it entirely, surrounded by the life the drawings made. The sounds of canines soon reached her ears. Slipping into old habits Terra kept out of sight, doing her best to avoid attention. It was difficult to do so on a land that she didn't know, though she believed only a handful spotted the thief.
A small house caught Terra's attention. A dog was digging there, making sharp sticks and driving them through the frozen ground. Curious Terra wandered over. She watched for a few more minutes, keeping quiet, before speaking out. What are you doing? Her green eyes flickered with curiosity as she took in the scents. A cat, some rabbits, the pack all clung to this dog, though the pack was a much fainter scent than the cat.
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