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Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal.
A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.


Lupus form, eveningish, near Amherst and Vinatta territory I guess? And this sucks. Take your time replying. xD

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Reassured by the warmth of her New Dawn friends, Vesper allowed herself some time to wander in the north and enjoy herself. The breeze from the ocean was refreshing, although summer was only beginning to grasp the region. She knew that many birds would be returning, such as the golden eagles that could kill a small canine; she’d have to watch out for them and the ravens when she returned home. Thoughts of vigilance brought her out of her scratching session, after she’d given a flea on her haunch a crushing nibble. Regardless of whether Inferni’s northern neighbors liked them, there were plenty of other predators that wouldn’t think twice about attacking her.

“How long staying?” came a croak from above, and the large raven landed on her shoulders. “Boy having news, can heading south again.”

“Not much longer, Stark,” the Centurion responded distractedly. It had been a long time since she’d been this far north, and she didn’t know what might have changed since she’d last come. Hiding within Inferni for safety meant that she was out of the loop of a lot of things, and while her rank had changed, she was still a scout at heart. She needed as much information as she could to ensure the safety of her clan.

She traveled west toward the sun, keeping to the shadows of the mixed forest to keep it from burning her eyes. Her head turned often to make up for her missing ear, and Stark patrolled in the high branches of the firs and oaks. Other than the usual fauna of the region, nothing disturbed them—and, frankly, Ves was beginning to wonder whether or not it was time to head back home. Just as she turned to call the black bird, however, a distant scent tickled her nose and caused her to whip her head back around. It was the smell of wolves, but mingled beyond the idle passing of loners.

A pack? Vesper wondered, and her tail quivered behind her with a mixture of excitement and unease. There hadn’t been one here last time she’d passed through, but whether or not this supposed pack was decently friendly was the real question. Her blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and she headed toward the source of the distant smell, hoping to get a peek at least at the borders.


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to really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind—the answer may annihilate the question and the questioner
lupus form — this post sucks and I is sorry DDD:
The smell of the sea was in his fur, and Vicare was thrilled by it. It was a novelty, to be sure, for though he had seen bodies of fresh water far greater than the Bay of Fundy, he had never come face to face with the ocean before. The freedom of it all excited him and daunted him at the same time, and as he made his way back through the trees that grew closer to the Vinátta border, the adrenaline he had felt still lingered in his blood and in his gait. In this new world, he felt reborn.



In his jaws, he carried the limp form of a fat snowshoe hare in its summer morph. He had caught the creature not too much earlier when it had darted out in front of him, startled by his tread, and he had given chase to sate the restlessness of his body. It was just as well—he would have something to bring back to the pack.



Presently, as he passed the midway point between Amherst and the Vinátta border, the scent of an unfamiliar luperci reached the tawny male. He almost didn’t catch it at first, as his nostrils were currently full of the scent of the hare, but as he strolled through the trees and the scattered patches of sunlight that fell to the forest floor, he came upon a solitary female washed in hues of grey and brown. From a fair distance, she was a small thing, but the scars he saw snaking through her fur warned him not to think too little of her. Her scent, too, spoke of someone more than just a wandering coywolf. She belonged to a pack, she was well-fed, and what she’d been eating spoke of a dominant position in her clan. All this, he could tell from a few breaths.



The rabbit slipped from the Vináttan’s jaws and hit the ground with a gentle thud. He took a single step forward before pausing, facing the unfamiliar female at a diagonal from several metres away.



“Hey!”
Vicare called out, his voice reasonably pleasant without being solicitous. She had been headed in a westerly direction, and he didn’t doubt that traces of pack scent were already making an impression on her. Nevertheless, they weren’t at the borders yet, and he had never been the type to make assumptions and jump to rash actions. Instead, the golden tawny wolf cocked his head slightly to the side in a display of open curiosity, his tail poised above the ground in a position that was neither dominant nor submissive.



“Nice bling,”
he said, eyeing the string of beads around her neck. A half-smile touched his lips, but his tone was not mocking.



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