Picking up the scent; blood in the water

[Dawali Amara]

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Sorry, I'm rambling a little it seems. Edit and yeah backdating is fine - I don't follow an extremely strict timeline anywyas Word Count: 428 He'd been out on one of his regular walks, having nothing to do lately whilst waiting for plants to properly spring. He did not spend the majority of his time with anyone in particular, and so when his tasks were done, they were.. well, done. He sometimes felt as if he had way too much spare time, wishing for some chore that took longer than the repair of a tool or treating of leather. Sure, treating leather was a long process, and he could certainly sit and look at it as it soaked or hardened, but he was too impatient, too energetic to do this. He was in good shape, always had been, and always had been very active. His muscles craved that he moved, that he got out. Gvihita's form hung in the air above him, her wings outstretched, although she'd need no wind to carry her forward. As usual the bird was quiet - she never said anything unless she had something important, or spiting to say. In a way it was a comfortable relationship, because he did not see her as his companion as much as he was her follower. She was strong, and he liked that. The path he was following turned, one pointing towards the borders and the lands beyond, one moving alongside the tribe's markings and returning where he'd come from. By now he had been so tirelessly exploring the claimed land, and he felt as if he knew every single tree, every rock and every leaf of grass. His legs turned him towards the unclaimed land and their own borders, and before long he could smell the familiar smell of home fading, every so slowly giving way to the smell of the unknown. He'd always liked the wild smell along the borders, it thrilled him somehow, even though he was not in the least interested in wildness nor danger. Before long, however, another smell tickled his nostrils, and his legs automatically turned in that direction. There was a stranger here, someone not in his tribe, and not of the packs whose smells he had learned so far. Perhaps it was someone who would like to join, or simply a loner in a mood for exploration. Dawali always assumed the best of people. His legs had not carried him that far before he could see the male in question (for it clearly smelled of a male), and he called out to the stranger to get his attention. Hello there! At the same time Dawali moved towards him, waving gently with his hand.

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