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Word Count → 380, 3 points
The coyote had decided to ultimately halt her wanderings for some time to come. Anyways, without much to be noted: The weather would become too cold to travel in anyways. The hopeful Tradition-Keeper had tried so hard to excel her rank, to get herself out of the Zepar position until it was exhausted. Religion, precisely the one this pack seemed to believe in had deeply inspired the Lykoi princess, and many of her beloved painted or starch white skulls and pelts had been traded around for the precious literature she so craved. She had educated herself with many beliefs and superstitions, all the while becoming much more curious in the matter. It was early in the morning, she could tell. But the previous night she had spent her time feasting her eyes so willingly, not wanting to put the book down. Like any young person (or perhaps anyone in that manner) Elody was deeply fascinated with the concept of magic, and the prospect of practicing it...Excitement had welled in the coyote's heart.
The more prolonged her stay in the cavern pack, the more she hoped to learn. When was the pack established? Who had made it a reality? What mortal genuis had possessed the knowledge to situate Anathema along such a stable stronhold? For a moment she placed the book down, a small finger in between the worn pages to keep from losing her spot. Perhaps her questions would be answered by someone like the Angela or Rakheeb, but how must her approach be made? Would her desire to move up as Tradition-Keeper be expressed? Heart thumping, she made her stand, exiting the her room's fur-draped door.
Her feet were slightly chilled on the cold cavern floor, all the more reminder that Autumn would approach soon. This was rather new, as her own autumn had intermingled with the snows of winter--And so forth she had been only a young one. Instinctually however, memory didn't matter. It was going to be cold, and there was simply no fighting the elements. Rest aside, she found herself decisively walking into the communal hall, not yet perhaps--Until acknowleded, Elody would lay low and commence her practices as normal. Book still in hand, the Lykoi girl curled up by the fire, reading once again.
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