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OOC STUFF.
Hanna's eyes rolled as he took off. What was his deal? She began to trail after him, then realized with dismay that he was headed toward Dahlia's borders. She hesitated when she reached them herself, pacing across them a couple times back and forth. His scent was heavy on the other side, but what if someone took offense. But she couldn't let him get in trouble just because she had done something stupid. She sent a fervent prayer skyward that she'd meet nobody who'd take offense. "Come back here!!"
She kept her nose to the earth, tracking him. He'd followed a relatively straight line, and as providence would have it, so far he was turning southward toward her cabin. Perhaps... if she played her cards right, then anyone she met might think they were simply taking the quick route to have some fun. Maybe.