It had been a few days since Vladislava had run into Amy and traded her word for Dmitrii. In fact, the Russian woman was actually on her way to fulfill the task of which Sunders' had given her, and was nearing the borders of Casa di Cavalieri on the back of her horse companion. Aro Marino had been her target to seek for, and Amy told her he resided in this pack. Vlad had often thought about what the creamy dog might do to her if she failed to retrieve her metal polish before the month she had given her passed, and each scenario ended grimly. The feel Amy had given her as she neared the wagon and horses that day was certainly off-putting, and she didn't doubt it one bit that she could rip her apart if she didn't return with the polish. Even if she was a day late she was sure the trader would be upset, and at least some punishment was in order if this happened.
Vladi tried to ignore these thoughts as best as she could, however. She instead focused on her task, and let all other thoughts slip from her mind. She adjusted her dark cloak to where the hood was over her head once more, and sighed. She had taken great lengths to prepare herself for obtaining the polish, even though it wasn't really all that necessary. She had bathed herself for a long while in a stream she had stumbled upon on the way down, as well as rubbing the scent from fresh lavender in her fur to freshen up. At the last minute she decided to sport the cloak and run a comb through her hair—as well as her horse's mane and tail—and if all else failed, she looked much more presentable than going to Marino in the nude.
As she came to the border line of Casa di Cavalieri, she pulled at Dmitrii's reigns, halting him. The European girl looked over the lands with watchful sea green eyes for a minute or two, scarcely blinking unless she needed to, and rose a hand to scratch behind her ear. The pack's scent filled her nose, and she took it in willingly; she might have to return here in the future, so it was best to remember the smell while she had the chance. She yanked softly at her companion's ropes, causing him to angle himself at the border, and let out another exhale of the breath. Well, this was it. It was time to hold up her end of the deal. It was for Dmitrii, after all, and with this in mind, she patted his neck reassuringly. Moments later, she cleared her throat, and let out a loud call.
"Aro Marino!"
Upon being welcomed by a long, disdainful silence, she yelped out his name out again, and waited once more. She hoped this Marino she was looking for could hear her, otherwise she would have to trek into the pack lands carefully and search for him. Of course, she'd ask for permission first, but still, the general idea was the same.
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