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It was not sunny today, no, but her mood was not dampened by the dreary day, not in the least. The thunder rolled across the sky in the distance, and she could feel the deep rumbling within the ground. If she wasn't going to go home soon, she would likely be drenched soon. Bi-colored eyes sought the dark sky as her pale curls whipped too and fro, wind ruffling the fur on her body. Just as her eyes moved away from the sky and in the direction of home she heard a series of yips in the borders direction, and her satellite ears moved to receive the sound. Without a thought she turned around and moved gracefully through the long, whipping grasses of the waste. The woman blended into the dreary colored stalks save for her bright hair, and she wanted to get this over quickly so that she would not be caught in the storm that was brewing to the west.
She moved quickly, her steps hurried so that she would make it there all the faster. Luckily there were thick trees that were at the border, though they were few and far between. Cold drops started to drop from the sky and she cursed to herself before breaking into a quick jog, seeing the telltale skulls on pikes that signified the border. A silver figure stood waiting, patiently for someone to come see him and this she did, slowing down from her jog to a walk until she was over Inferni lands. The coyote woman stopped in front of him, arms crossed as she appraised the traveler. She knew why he was here, but she wanted to have some time with him before calling Vesper or Zeke, the woman was a social butterfly, even if it was raining.
Her warm bi-colored eyes settled on him, and she smiled brightly at him. " Come to the lands of fire and brimstone I see. Why are you here? " She questioned, her tone sunny as always. The woman definitely did not represent the hellfire that resided on Inferni lands, though her looks were deceiving. In all reality she had fought and killed, and was not a small force to be overlooked anymore. The way she stood was relaxed, but her muscles were coiled and waiting for the strike that may or may not come. All in all, she was ready for whatever he would throw at her.
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