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(355) Back-dated for July 1. What's this, an Infernian bringing some goodies for the Court as well?[/html]Again, anyone free to answer her call, so jump right on in!
It was odd, to travel about outside of Inferni without the fear of being attacked by a stranger. She still held the paranoia, yes--she looked back every now and then behind her to see if she was being followed, and took measures to conceal herself at times--but yet she lacked the fright of the possibility of it happening. It was as if she felt the wind, but not the chill that accompanied it, just the knowledge that it was there. It was strange, indeed, but it a good way; she was finally getting over what had happened months ago and was accepting the truth that she was at risk every time she walked out of the clan's borders.
But, she did not focus long on such thoughts, and instead looked forward to what was ahead. Having left her home the morning before, she had been walking southward once more, though at an angle that was away from the Artisans that she had once visited. She was asked, as it was per her duty, to deliver a few packages, for a better word gifts, by Myrika. She gladly accepted the duty, and decided to start off with the packs in the south, knowing she would spend more time there than in the north, and thought she may as well as get them out of the way.
She heard very little about the court, so she looked forward to meeting a few of their members, to see what kind of place that it was. She was still in the thickets of the trees when the pack scent suddenly came to her, and she stopped abruptly, happy to take a pause in her relentless walk. She put down one of the bags she was carrying with her, though kept its twin clutched in her grip.
Without a moment's pause, she howled out into the trees, her voice bouncing off of the leaves and into the claimed land. Yips chased after it, and after the echo died down once more, the coywolf stood in silence until the chirps of the birds returned to instill the natural sounds of woods.