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The days of complication were behind her, as a renewed sense of certainty and purpose led her sure steps across the wooded lands. Guided by the desire to again stretch her limbs and explore, she trudged out from her known lands into the unknown to gain a better sense of what resided beyond their borders. Her steps through the lands were always in passing, never pausing to place a nose to the ground to smell the earth, or explore the human remnants fighting in vain against the reclaim of nature. She could hardly remember a time she bothered to truly scavenge through the structures, as such an act was demeaning except in times of desperation. But she was curious now, if only egged on by the luring calls of her companion, circling above with his eyes turned intently to the ground.

Shiny things…he would say, only ever addressing her as ‘wolf’ to gain her attention. Her name was a sound his throat could not make, but by the octave she could understand that it was she he would call for. Shiny things…wooden things…black sky in the ground, cracked and split. He talked of the road she walked on, four sturdy limbs working in unison to bring her deeper into the human relics. Black sky on ground…pale creature runs…bird. Prey…prey… food.

The excited shriek of the vulture turned her gaze from the road to the sky to watch his decent toward something in the distance. He had called the bird prey but knew better than to attack without her instruction. But she had yet to tell him he was not allowed to torment. The Nomad left her companion alone, watching as he banked and swayed, singing happily for this amusement. But as she drew nearer did she see the form of the creature behind it adorned with a pelt she knew all too well. Her eyes widened in alarm as she quickly sounded for the bird to return. Again he banked sharply then ascended to his surveying height seeing now that his fun for a time was over.

“Vesper!” the Nomad shouted with glee, bounding toward her dear friend now that her companion was away. As always her excitement got the better of her and with her bulk charging on all cylinders a collision was all too imminent.


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