Skye lifted her head towards the sky, hearing a howl ring out over the territory. Ensuring that her pups were well asleep in their makeshift crib, she left Thornbury with nothing but her belt and dagger, racing to where the call had come from.
When she arrived, she saw Keldava, looking up at the Caravan; it must have been left near the borders by someone who had recently traded. The hybrid had her hand on the hilt of her sword, showing a length of gleaming steel emerging from the sheath; she was ready to protect, although what she was protecting, Skye did not yet know. Hotaru was there, as well, looking confused - and Skye could scent another, one who smelled of Cour des Miracles, but she could not place who it was or where she was until she looked to the roof of the Caravan and spotted a slight, vague outline of a body.
"Who are you up there," Skye called out, "and why are you on Cercatori d'Arte territory?" The words were terse and aggressive - Keldava had called out for a reason, and clearly something was wrong here.
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