365 → Hopefully this works for you; lemme know if you need any changes! Arte's in her optime form. She's not too far from the borders, maybe a mile or so.
She'd known for some time now that she wouldn't be able to live off of her mother's prestige forever, but hadn't done anything about it until recently. Despite her hatred for any other form than her tall, able-bodied optime form, she'd left note with her mother's slave to tell her that Arte was, as she'd put it, 'going to start her preparations for the future, and made ready for her trip. This included finding things she might need, and switching to her secui form for travel purposes. The night before she'd gone to Salsola's storage facility and found some cured fish as well as some smoked meat in case she got hungry or ran into someone she could bribe.
If she'd learned anything from the secretive community that she'd been raised in, it was that there was always a way to get something if you looked in the right places. Putting everything in her crudely made satchel, the dust colored girl set off before the sun had risen. With the satchel looped around her thick neck, it barely moved around her muscled neck as she set off from the pack's borders. All in all, it took her hours. Careful to wade through water and thick brush when the opportunity presented itself, she disguised her scent as best she could. Ultimately, it'd be nearly impossible to just guess at her origins. By the time she stopped just outside the borders of the pack she intended to gather information from, the sun had been up for a while and her young, inexperienced body was vaguely tired. Artemisia refused to be unprepared, though, and so shifted to her preferred form and rummaged around her knapsack for a knife, which she settled under a crook in her knee, and extracted a piece of dried meat.
Youthfulness hadn't kept information from her, and she knew very well from various accounts that Ichika no Ho-En had caused Salsola some problems as of late. It was cause and effect, she understood, but her desire to be useful had overpowered her feelings of nonchalance over the subject. If they were to do something about this vague hostility, they would need the proper information.
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