Wonder why I carry on like this

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There was something that did not belong. A scent that lingered over her nose, mocking her and teasing her instincts. Mati knelt, bending to look at the ground. An impression in the leaves, it could have easily gone hidden among the many fallen red and brown hues. She put her fingers into it; it felt cold. The trail was stale, but she still followed it. Mati should have been satisfied, for it did not smell of AniWaya. But the Praefectus was fueled by a new need to protect.

The border's need paroling anyways, whether she was following an old track or not and so time was well spent. The tall woman had found the staff that had been her weapon during the war, a shepherds stick. Instead of herding livestock Mati thought of it like a bo, the straight piece of wood lacking the normal curve of a sheep tending stick. The woman little training with the staff, but it now gave her a sense of security. And her thick arms wielded a powerful bought of pain if her target wasn't nimble enough to dodge out of the way. But till she could learn to fight, the woman kept her pup-sitter co-rank and held the staff as a walking stick.

Moving on she lost the sent, the trail breaking, and searched for the next that would speak of a stranger.

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[Zana Avaya Lykoi]

The small woman had been wandering about the edge of the packlands. She knew that her newly found brother Kansas lived here but she wasn't certain how the wolves of the pack would view her coming to their lands, with the clan she belonged to and her mixed heritages. So instead of just waiting for someone to find her she'd plotted along the outskirts of their lands roaming about and wondering how long it would take before she found her path crossing with that of one of her siblings packmates or of another complete stranger that would change her first intended course from today.

She had decided to leave Saol behind today, the large stallion made things easier on her but she was beginning to realize she was growing more and more dependent on the horse and that just would not do. She had spent the past few days after sparing with the stranger in the woods tracking though lands that once had been pack lands, abandoned and now showing the scents of a possible reclaiming before she had headed towards the lands where her family resided.

While Kansas was the closest bloodkin she had in the lands yet that she knew about she didn't know much about him or the family of his, in the end curiosity had caught her and now she said in the middle of an old game trail on the edge of pack lands waiting to see what she would find.

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is Zana in lupus?

The scent seemed to be growing stronger. Mati stood still for a moment, though there was no sound to be heard. It was only the normal soft noises of the landscape that caught her ears, and such were easily ignored. Holding the staff tightly she continued. Her diligence was not neglected, and the scent of Inferni showed itself to her nose clearly with the shifting wind. Inferni was not their enemy, not when there could still be rogue AniWayans looking for vengeance. But her instincts told her to be careful, and she was just as protective as ever. Mati could not remember the last coyote she had encountered, the past months fogging her memories, and she trailed with great caution.

Then she had it. It was thick on the trail and in air. Just as it would if she was close enough to spring upon a doe and give chase in a hunt. Yet she could not see her. The fur on the back of Mati's neck rose, paw steps grew slow. A bend turned and there it was. Along the trail Mati halted to find the small figure of a young looking yote. You are in Crimson Dreams. She announced, wondering if the youth knew she was along the borders of a pack in which she did not belong.

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[Zana Avaya Lykoi]

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ooc: nope, Zana is almost never out of her optime form.


Zana's ears caught the sound of another as they moved quietly through the woods. She stood silent as the strange pack member came around a corner and confronted her. She shifted her weight on her hunker bones as she corrected her. "Actually, I'm on the borders, but yes... I was looking for someone." She doubted that the other woman would believe her but she knew she would have to explain further. Her lilac eyes flicked to the staff in her hands a second as she finished. "Kansas Sadira, he's my brother." she glanced down to the ground. There was no resemblance between her sibling and herself. They were only half siblings as it was, but he was family. She had begun to wonder lately just how much family she had on the other side of the borders.


She studied the other female for a moment quietly. She knew she wasn't imposing in any way, her own frame and heritage were even laughable, but her brother hadn't laughed, she hoped this woman wouldn't either. "I'm Zana Lykoi." She said finally, wondering if she was in trouble or if this was just a bad time to visit.[/html]

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When she stated her claim to the ground below them the cloaked creature corrected her. Purple eyes narrowed. To be a stranger on protected property was enough, and yet she spoke with little respect. The Praefectus was not as welcoming as she had been in the past, only wolves she had known for years were seen as her friends and welcomed without a second glance. There was tension in her tall form, wide round shoulders were kept straight as she looked down at the reddish woman. Ground still owned by Crimson Dreams. Her tone was solid.

At the mention of Kansas she did not loosen her posture. Of course she knew the mate to their alpha female, but this Inferni fey was too suspicious looking to allow free range through the packlands. As a whole they had been weakened by the months of war, she did not care to show outsiders that depiction of a broken pack. Why did you not call for him? She asked, figuring out that what she thought was a young coyote was something different. Her tone was more experienced then that of a six month old.

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[Zana Avaya Lykoi]

ooc: sorry such a long wait..

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She often let her spunk overpower her size and it seemed she had done it once again as she lookedup upon the frame of the pack member. Zana wasn't really use to dealing with packs anymore and her mannerisms had slipped dramatically. In Eire all the clans were intertwined and she didn't have to worry about most normal customs unless there was a blood feud between one clan or another. Here, she had forgotten that things were indeed different and she flicked her ears back as the stubborn woman kept firm to her stand on the ground. "Ok, dirt is dirt.. and this is your dirt." she admitted as she drew back further into her wolf pelt cloak, growing slightly grouchy at the stance the woman was taking.

Zana didn't understand what the big deal was, she hadn't actually crossed into the lands yet, just merely roamed all along this section of their border, hoping someone would come wandering by. She had hoped it would have been Kansas and yet she hadn't lucked out there, instead she had landed this strange beast who seemed oddly familiar yet the small woman couldn't put a paw on it. She just sighed and let the lady point out every flaw and mistake she made. If it made her feel better about the whole thing Zana could deal.

When asked why she hadn't just called for Kansas she turned her small face towards the woman and said plain as day. "I look coyote. I smell coyote.. and I sound like a coyote.. obviously I didn't take after our mother.." She didn't want to say it, but she had no clue how the pack treated with coyotes, while a siblings tolerance was one thing, she knew he couldn't vouche for everyone in his pack.