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Thornhill District, 12 April
Eris is by James!
The suburban sprawl of Halifax was not altogether unfamiliar to Eris, who had been here before many times. The dark woman had no reason to fear the city, and in fact, she enjoyed its towering spires and sprawling buildings. She enjoyed looking at the ruins of another civilization, for it stood as a reminder that she and her kind had inherited this earth. The sable coyote was not one for history; she spent her time in the present, ignoring both the past and the future in favor of quicker gratification.
There was always something to be gathered in Halifax, and the dark-furred woman decided it was time to make a scavenging attempt. The garden would grow rampantly, and now they had the clinic and other projects to think about. The coal-hued woman was not one to leave her pack without assistance; it was important to Eris to contribute, even if she was not as skilled or as physically strong as the others. So it was that the woman scavenged what useful items she could from the ruins of the old city. Moving from house to house, she filled a bag with trinkets and other items of a more practical nature.
The dark-furred woman had departed from her horse and slave, leaving the bag of her collected items there while taking an empty sack into this building. She moved inside a hunkering brick building, low and lean. One part of the wooden roof above her had collapsed with the march of years and steady beatings of the elements. Outside, Molcaxitl stood anxiously beside the buckskin horse Trader, laden with what she had already scavenged.
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