Sorry! :c Thanks for the message, Sie!
This was what she had done in the tribe, on a different level. She had been a scout then, and she served as a scout now. Things were drastically different now—there was an air of urgency, a sense of the danger looming over their heads. Perhaps this was what it had felt like to be a member of the tribe without being tied up and locked in a cabin; Foxglove had no way of knowing, but she suspected it might be. She still held no understanding or love for the tribe after the way that they had abandoned her and shamed her for her blood, held her captive for something she could not even control, but at least she could see what her former tribemates had gone through. It was different, though. Always different.
The blonde hybrid had followed the darker hybrid silently, pink nose held low to the ground as she already set to the task at hand. This, she could do, if nothing else. Foxglove had not spoken on the trip to the coyote clan's borders, and as two females appeared, one rather scarred and the other rather small, jade eyes averted to the left of the group, scanning the distance. Though normally quiet, she had even less to say now.
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