07-19-2009, 11:03 PM
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Post dated to July 22.
The evening hours found the Nuncio skirting the easternmost edges of Phoenix Valley territory. She did not particularly enjoy traversing the forested part of the pack land, but she felt more at ease if she checked it on a regular basis. There were a lot of things she could miss. Without the benefit of a sense of smell, she had to rely on her other senses to gather information and make decisions. Her eyes tracked the ground, but she couldn't find any disturbance on the forest floor. She was glad to note that. She wanted her pack to be as safe as possible.
At this point, she wandered without much thought or direction. She was somewhat familiar with this part of the territory, although she never ventured too far into the forest. Despite the rainy weather, the air was warm. She found it strangely comfortable. She had begrudgingly become used to the heavy dampness of the air. It was drizzling now, but it did not bother her very much. Geneva hoped to see the sun again soon, but there was no use being frustrated over the weather. It had been raining constantly for almost a month at this point.
The Nuncio found herself somewhere she had never been. Her eyes when she encountered brilliant red vines wrapped around an old cottage. She blinked once, and focused on the crimson that stood out in the gloom. She had never really seen anything like this, and she just stood in awe of the brilliant splash of color against the gray and earth tones of her surroundings. Mustering up her courage, she moved closer to investigate.
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The evening hours found the Nuncio skirting the easternmost edges of Phoenix Valley territory. She did not particularly enjoy traversing the forested part of the pack land, but she felt more at ease if she checked it on a regular basis. There were a lot of things she could miss. Without the benefit of a sense of smell, she had to rely on her other senses to gather information and make decisions. Her eyes tracked the ground, but she couldn't find any disturbance on the forest floor. She was glad to note that. She wanted her pack to be as safe as possible.
At this point, she wandered without much thought or direction. She was somewhat familiar with this part of the territory, although she never ventured too far into the forest. Despite the rainy weather, the air was warm. She found it strangely comfortable. She had begrudgingly become used to the heavy dampness of the air. It was drizzling now, but it did not bother her very much. Geneva hoped to see the sun again soon, but there was no use being frustrated over the weather. It had been raining constantly for almost a month at this point.
The Nuncio found herself somewhere she had never been. Her eyes when she encountered brilliant red vines wrapped around an old cottage. She blinked once, and focused on the crimson that stood out in the gloom. She had never really seen anything like this, and she just stood in awe of the brilliant splash of color against the gray and earth tones of her surroundings. Mustering up her courage, she moved closer to investigate.