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(274) Back-dated for July 3. Sparrow is hurr bearing gifties for the leadership~ o: Anyone is free to answer her call, whether it be pack members or one of the Council![/html]
The trip down to the southernmost pack was shorter than she had once suspected. She had assumed for the land to continue on for a few more days until she reached the pack that was beyond the court. But, at her even and quick pace, she managed to reach it after a day since passing by the dog clan. She was a bit relieved that her journey would not take long before she was able to return to the satefy of Inferni, but yet she still felt calm being outside of the coyote's territory.
She again shifted the position of the bag that she carried on her person, slinging it over where she was cradling it instead of packing it on her back, when she scented the collective musk of different wolves on the wind. Her load had lightened when she dropped off the first parcel two days before, but Sparrow still felt a bit uncomfortable with carrying about weight that she usually did not bring with her. Nonetheless, she continued without a complainant, and slowed when the pack scent became stronger.
The mottled coywolf ventured a couple more steps, and stopped when she was sure that their borders laid a good couple of meters away, far enough not to be considered snooping but perhaps close enough to be seen and heard. She settled the package at her feet, and titled her head to the cloudy sky and let out a short howl, wolfish in nature, followed by yaps that reflected her strong coyote blood. She called for anyone that was nearby, her tone far from urgent but asking for the company of another.