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A howl traveled on the wind and to her ear, waking her from her almost-slumber. It was a poorly executed nap, it had been. She'd attempted to make herself sleepy, but it just wasn't happening. That, and it wasn't even dark outside or anything, so what did she expect? She rose and corrected her mane before exiting, the ceremonial spear strapped to her back. It was a comfort to keep it there, its ornate and colorful design a reminder of her past. It had been a comfort when she had carried it to Anathema as well, facing their leadership for the crimes Gemma lived through.
The trek was familiar to her now, and her strong, long legs carried her to the borders with ease. Sound and scent aided her, as well as an excellent memory. She spent so much time around these parts that she knew where to step to follow the sound back to its owner. Once nearing the general area, it wasn't hard to spot him. His scent was somehow familiar, though she couldn't pinpoint it. That, and utterly foreign at the same time. She dipped her head in greeting as she approached. "Unalihelitseti, stranger. I am Anasvayg Ulilohi, councilwoman of AniWaya. What do you seek?" Her tone was friendly, but her stance gave a clear message of dominance. Paired with her height, she could easily fit the description of "intimidating" to many.
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