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There was no early morning training nor bonding with the pack this day. This day was to be experienced alone away from were concerned eyes would see this golden beast in disarray. She wanted to walk alone and give herself time to ponder other things besides those that troubled her. She loved her family dearly and sought to keep them happy and protected... but she could only go so far when her smiles were not genuine but forced. When she could not maintain her illusions of content, she had to be away from them before they glimpsed what resided beneath the plastered smile.
Yet even away from the family she kept to the adornments suiting her rank. Should her paws carry her beyond the pack borders, she would be damned to be caught without them. Though simple and wild, they held great significance to the female both in pack mind and culture. The fox fur was as always bound to her scarred shoulder decorated this time with an assortment of her companion owls feathers in place of her trophies. And in her mane were these feathers woven as well and softly accented by glass beads and the wild blossoms of the expanse. A representation of the balance of the Family's two factions and how both were encompassed by her rank. To any other, she would have appeared as an image of autumn lavished with accents of flora and fauna... but it was more, much more than that. It was an aspect she took solace in. It was a proud rite that distracted her for the complications lying in wait for her attention within the heart of the mountain.
Her leisured pace took her through the Expanse beneath the mountain's shadow. Its gaze as always filled her with strength but this day did not bring her comfort. Rather that deeper into its shadow, she was beckoned away by a foreign scent on the wind, her curiosity lured to the mountain border. What did the ancestors see to distract her with this day, she wondered whilst quickening her pace to greet the unknown. As she scent grew stronger her stride then slowed as she looked across the distance to a pair of horses and a large object behind them. Odd. Soundly, she made herself known, letting her song carry to listening ears as she approached.
The contraption was quite large and smelled strongly of wood, and with its scent of a more familiar one as well. But the creatures before her kept her curiosity in check, bidding that she remain just over the border rather than inspect the wagon as a whole. "Hello?" she called softly, not able from her height to look beyond the towering beasts. "Is everything alright?"
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