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Dated the 3rd
Green frightened eyes looked around as Kohaku stood nervously close to the edge of the pack's boarders. Several yards ahead of the young pup were the markers for the Cour des Miracles boarders, the focus for Kohaku most recent training. Amy had taught him how to speak, how to get information from others and had dropped him off to test his skills and abilities. It was his mission to spend a week in the pack, learn all he could, and leave without anyone even realizing who he was. For the next week, he was on his own.
Kohaku stood, frightened and alone. His body shook as he thought over the consequences of failure. The could kill him if they found out his mission. On top of that, everything seemed strange and new to the pup. It was his first time on his own, and he didn't even have the comfort of smelling like himself. Amy had scrubbed him clean and disguised his scent so that no one could recognize him, not even himself. He smelled like the forest that Amy had left him in, like water and mud.
Sucking in a big gulp of air, Kohaku tentatively moved forward. His steps were shaky, his ears and tail low. The closer he got to the boarder, the more nervous the tiny male became. At last, he was standing directly over the mark. With an amazing amount of effort and will power, Kohaku took a single, frightened step over the line. He shut his eyes and ducked down to the ground, expecting someone to chase him off, hurt him, or scream at him. The only sound that drifted through the air were the mournful cries of the cicada's.
No one was stopping him, no one was even trying. Kohaku's ears lifted and he stood, feeling empowered and triumphant. Slowly, the pup's grey and white tail rose, shaking when he realized that he was one step further to completing his mission. No one could stop him. Kohaku drew up to his full hight, and dramatically proceeded across the boarder. A wave of confidence rushed over him as he walked several feet unhindered into the pack. Looking back, Kohaku couldn't help but feel proud of himself... until he ran face first into a tree.
Yelping, Kohaku scrambled back. His head throbbed and his pride was injured again. So much for a quiet infiltration.
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