12-19-2008, 03:40 AM
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Marlowe had tipped her off that someone was waiting at the borders long before she would have ever noticed. But when the crow wouldn't leave her alone and through the garbled mix of low speech that she was beginning to understand, she realised what was going on. Some how “like you” and “borders” and a string of angry, pissy cawing meant something was there. Or so she had deduced when he had angrily pulled at the tender fur on the inside of her ear. So from the shoreline of the territory, Corona had ventured inward and out in the direction the bird went, and before too long gained both sight and smell of the skinny-looking thing that was sitting at their borders.
He didn't seem too old, but that didn't mean anything. His gaunt features were what made him seem younger, as well as the fact that he was sitting unshifted and silent at their metaphoric front door. Still, as she approached and put her curious expression away on her face for one more stoic, Corona debated whether getting to the point or opening up with something witty. “Admiring the decorations?” she inquired, ending up going with neither. Why on earth a coyote would sit on an icy, snowy ground in the middle of winter and be silent was beyond her. But she didn't judge him that fast as the trained doctor-esque side rose; maybe he was mute.
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He didn't seem too old, but that didn't mean anything. His gaunt features were what made him seem younger, as well as the fact that he was sitting unshifted and silent at their metaphoric front door. Still, as she approached and put her curious expression away on her face for one more stoic, Corona debated whether getting to the point or opening up with something witty. “Admiring the decorations?” she inquired, ending up going with neither. Why on earth a coyote would sit on an icy, snowy ground in the middle of winter and be silent was beyond her. But she didn't judge him that fast as the trained doctor-esque side rose; maybe he was mute.