Sparrow felt the need to take a leave from Inferni for a while now, for numerous and different reasons. One that was prevalent in her mind at that moment though was the still marshy grounds that seemed to surround her. Indeed, the water poured from the hurricane was slowly receding, but it did not sink into the earth fast enough to satisfy the quirky coywolf. She had reached her limit when she had stepped out of the caverns one morning, and a rather chilling splash of water rose to meet her paws and soaked her leg. She snatched the cloak from her den, and metophorically stomped out of Inferni—she would not dare to force her feet upon the ground, shivering at the thought of the icy wetness freezing her again.
After masking her clan's scent out of habit, she made a bee's line south; she supposed if she was going to avoid her clan's territory, she should spend it somewhere she could find something useful. Hours passed, and soon she was towered by the large buildings once more. It looked different (With a nearly perfect memory and a detailed eye for such frivolous things) than the last time she had been in the city, and guessed that Halifax was not spared from the wrath. But, thankful, the ground was nearly bone dry, save for a couple of puddles, especially as she got nearer to the shoreline. The solid, cracking rock made it easier to spot water, and Sparrow gleefully sidestepped them, finding pleasure that she could beat the water by this method.
The day grew old, and the in-coming night brought with it its cooling touch. The woman was tempered for such weather, but the encroaching darkness egged her to find a shelter soon; while she did not fear it for the most part, she was rather worried about what lurked within it. The idea of sleeping in a crumbling, unstable structure made her nervous, but she knew that it was inevitable and there was not probably a den in the ground she could find quickly, and began to glance around the broken yet still standing towers.
The smell of smoke suddenly came to her on a gust of wind, along with the scent of a Luperci. Sparrow was apprehensive, but after determining that the male somewhere near had a strong coyote scent, she decided to press her luck. Careful never the less, she lightly stepped towards where the smells spilled out, and down the street—there, a small dot of light, faintly outlining a face of a canine. "Hello," she called out softly, pausing in her advance a good distance away, ready to take flight of the man suddenly turned hostile, or if she herself found his company something to be worried about. So far, he seemed okay.
ttly stealing this! And this reminds me of the time we threaded as Clover and Alyssum baww. ;___;
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