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It's probably evening, since Uli will have traveled by day. Backdated to February sometime? :/ 'round Festival time, or we could do it around now, whichever works better for you?
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Her gait was rolling, calm and profluent, as she neared their borders. Their scent had been familiar to her ever since she had come to this place, but now smelling it caused less worries in her mind. Savina and Vigilante had proved to be not as controlling as she had initially thought they would be. The time had come for her to test them, and to test the control she held of her own leadership. Depending on the outcome of this meeting, a bird would be sent to Vigilante upon her return to AniWaya. The tall, powerful woman had wanted to visit both packs, but with a single leader in place in AniWaya she dared not stay away for too long. That, and she was hesitant to leave them out of fear that it might hinder her own development. It was an everyday challenge to adapt to this place and its morals, and for that reason she felt the need to take as much of it in every day.
Her deep howl lingered in the air, and Ulilohi dropped to sit as she waited, quickly bored. She was an impatient soul, not one used to going without something to do. Leadership had only reinforced this habit, and even traveling here had struck her as quite boring. Her mind had been free to wander, touching on regrets and feelings of underachieving. It would not do to linger with such ideas, but she could hardly help it. There were times she wished Gvwalodi had not left, of even Dawali or Maska, for no one in the tribe were quite like her. It easily became lonely, in more than one way. Long, brown-furred fingers combed through her mane as she sat, thinking, pondering her present and future.
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